We were new to the area when another parent at my son's school suggested that we visit a pottery studio a few miles from our home. Immediately, I pictured a grand state of the art studio where several could sit at large workspace tables and pottery wheels. What hands-on fun!
The same week, as God would have it, I read Isaiah 64:8. "But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.” (NKJV) I was certain that I was to share this scripture with my 5-yr.old son. Maybe a day at the pottery studio would bring this particular scripture to life.
I called the studio to scheduled a visit. Soon after, I felt the convicted by the Holy Spirit to invite three of the young foster sibling girls assigned to my work caseload. I called the foster parent of the three girls and told her my intention. I offered to take the three girls along. The foster mother was eagerly supportive.
On the way to the pottery studio, I shared my expectations with the children. Soon, we all began pondering how it would feel to dig our hands into the clay. "I'm going to make a heart," one child exclaimed.
Sadly, the studio was not what I had hoped for or had promised. It was a small office space on the corner of a busy college town street. There were no pottery wheels and there was no clay to dig our hands into. Instead, there were several tables covered in white butcher paper held down with masking tape. And, the four walls were lined with baskets filled with all sorts of cookie cutter clay pieces ready for painting.
The children all looked up at me with wide eyes and anticipated my response. These foster children had been on my caseload for over 4 years. They were aware that I had recently accepted Jesus Christ into my heart. All of the children, including my own son, knew that I was now striving to live a holy and righteous life.
So, I took a deep breath, exhaled and replied, “Well then, we will just have to trust God to afford this day!” Immediately, the children happily scrambled around the studio. They chose plates, bowls, coffee mugs and even a small penguin to paint. Then, we all gathered around one table. While they painted their creations, I shared my faith. I said, "We just have to believe, let God have control and then trust that He will take care of us. That is how we grow our faith."