This week, I've been pondering with this question - what on earth am I here for? Could this life be a mishap of time or we're here for a purpose still to be discovered? While I was looking at the sky, at the same time meditating this life's big question, I suddenly saw a bird soaring high, freely embracing the companionship of the wind. I knew it was God's answer for me. Birds have wings - and they're perfectly designed to fly. So as man, we're here for a specific purpose. We were created by God and for God!
‘JAR OF CLAY’
by Jeff Harold Uy
Journal Journey # 10
One day, at the break of dawn, a
skilled potter arose
Got off from the bed and went to the
place he always chose
He wore a cloth ready to be grubbed
by the clay
Smiled blissfully ‘cause he knew this
would made his day
As soon as his hands were wrapped
with warmness
He kneaded the raw clay and did the
molding process
Though it took his time, shaping the formless
jar
He said, “I’ve created something more
wondrous than a star!”
The potter baked the clay until it
was hard
He
painted and glazed it as to what he truly desired
A treasure he had, he put inside his
masterpiece
Oh, t’was a lovely day with moments
that’ll never cease
God is the skilled potter, and we are
his clay
We’re all the work of His hand since
the birth of the day
He molded us beautifully, more
wondrous than a star
Though breakable we are, His treasure
shall remain in this jar
Remember that you’re not a mistake
nor a mishap of time
The hands that molded you are the
hands that created the skies
You were born to lead, to serve and
to strive
Thus, in the potter alone you’ll know
the mystery of life!
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