Merely A Clay Pot

I have no rights. Nothing is owed me. God owes me nothing.

"Who has ever given to God, that God should repay him" (Romans 11:35)?

No one. "For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever! Amen" (Romans 11:36).

I am simply a humbled, lowly, man of dust; a rich beggar blessed by His love, mercy, and grace.

Who am I to question God? I am but a clay pot.

What if I was to mold with my hands a clay pot, and after it was finished, my perfect work of art, it yelled back at me, "You don't know what you are doing!"

"But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? 'Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, "Why did you make me like this" ' " (Romans 9:20)?

He raises me up and He lays me down. For His purpose I was created. I love my Maker. May He destroy every pride-driven longing inside of me, and may I always remember how sweet it is that I have an infinitely worthy Potter, and I am His clay pot.