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Gods Molded Instruments Today's Devotional Read: Isaiah 64:5–9 Bible in a Year: Proverbs 22–24; 2 Corinthians 8 We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8 Considered one of the greatest video games ever made, Nintendo’s The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time has sold more than seven million copies worldwide. It’s also popularized the ocarina, a tiny, ancient, potato-shaped musical instrument made of clay. The ocarina doesn’t look like much of a musical instrument. However, when it’s played—by blowing into its mouthpiece and covering various holes around its misshapen body—it produces a strikingly serene and hauntingly hopeful sound. The ocarina’s maker took a lump of clay, applied pressure and heat to it, and transformed it into an amazing musical instrument. I see a picture of God and us here. Isaiah 64:6, 8–9 tells us: “All of us have become like one who is unclean. . . . Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter. . . . Do not be angry beyond measure.” The prophet was saying: God, You’re in charge. We’re all sinful. Shape us into beautiful instruments for You. That’s exactly what God does! In His mercy, He sent His , Jesus, to die for our sin, and now He’s shaping and transforming us as we walk in step with His Spirit every day. Just as the ocarina maker’s breath flows through the instrument to produce beautiful music, God works through us—His molded instruments—to accomplish His beautiful will: to be more and more like Jesus (Romans 8:29). How can knowing that you’re a recipient of God’s mercy affect what you think, say, and do today? How can you submit yourself to His transformation? Father, thank You for saving me and transforming me so that I’ll become more like Your , Jesus. Teach me to submit to Your Spirit’s work of transforming me. 
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And He is continually changing us little by little if we will let Him.... so just be patient with me, God's not done with me yet. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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