Mud with glasses
Milagros García KlibanskyImagine the scene: A potter's workshop. The clay is put on top of the wheel, the potter prepares to shape his work. It is not just any work, it is the work of his life, it needs to be perfect, otherwise, it will not serve the purpose for which it will be destined. He sits down and the lathe begins to turn, his loving hands are shaping the shapeless mass, beauty is appearing before his eyes and suddenly ... A sharp pain in his hand, the blood begins to mix with the mud, but cannot let go, it would spoil everything and despite its pain, it is more important that the piece does not deform. At last he can stop and carefully pull a sharp glass out of the dough. Keep going, no matter how many times he's hurt, he's not going to quit until his work is perfect.
Does it remind you of something or someone? You remember the prophet when he said: “And the clay pot that he made was spoiled in his hand; and he returned and made another pot, as he thought it best to make it. " Jer 18.4