“Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand” (Jeremiah 18:6)

The Lord is the Potter and we are the clay. Does the clay tell the Potter what to make? Does it complain that some are made special and others for common use? I would rather the Potter’s hands be on my life than to be cast aside. Even when He must pound, prod and press to mold me and make after His will, I want His touch on my life. I trust the Potter’s hands.