Being molded by Someone else isn’t always comfortable. We always have more “grand” ideas as to what we should look like or do. We end up trying to help God in forming our own image.
“Woe to those who quarrel with their Maker,
those who are nothing but potsherds
among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,
‘What are you making?’
Does your work say,
‘The potter has no hands’?
The work to be done in my life is the work of the Potter. I can try and cry, “Foul!” but he will go on making me into what he has designed. My work is to trust him.