As the minutes went by and the clay was taking form...

As God was molding you into what He wanted, taking the clay into His hands, every now and then a piece would fall off to the side, sometimes the piece would find its way back into the clay, and sometimes it wouldn’t. As the minutes went by and the clay was taking form, there were some things that were notable; maybe it had few things that were not just right. It may have had its imperfections but it was made by Gods hands and each one is special. He loves you just as much as He loves the one before you and after you, imperfections and all.

Isaiah 64:8 We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.