The Potter’s Clay

Amara loved watching her mother work with clay in their small village. She would sit for hours, fascinated by the way her mother’s hands shaped and moulded the clay into beautiful pots.

One day, a severe drought hit the land, and the village’s crops began to wither and die. Amara’s family struggled to find food and water.

Amara’s mother, a faithful woman, prayed every day, asking God to provide for their needs. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Amara began to lose hope.

“Mother, why isn’t God answering our prayers?” Amara asked, tears streaming down her face.

Her mother looked at her with compassionate eyes. “Amara, my child, God is like a potter, shaping and moulding us through hardships. Just as clay must be shaped and reshaped, we must be patient and trust God’s process.”

Amara didn’t understand, but she trusted her mother’s words. Together, they continued to pray and trust God.

Months turned into years, and the drought persisted. But Amara’s family never gave up hope. They shared what little food they had with their neighbours and continued to pray.

One day, after 10 long years, the rains finally came, and the village’s crops began to grow again. Amara’s family rejoiced, knowing that God had been faithful to them.

As they sat down to a meal of fresh bread and vegetables, Amara’s mother took her hand. “You see, Amara, God’s timing is perfect. He shaped and moulded us through those hard years, teaching us patience and trust.”

Amara smiled, understanding now. “Just like the potter’s clay, Mother.”