What must it be like to be the clay in this little parable? Its natural shape is to be a blob, a meaningless lump of clay. However, when it is placed on the wheel, it begins to lose its natural identity as the potter begins to shape the clay. What is the purpose of the clay? Is it to remain a blob or to be shaped into the image that the potter has in His mind? How important it is that each of us yield ourselves to the hands of the Master Potter to allow Him to shape us into His image.