The Potter was known for His beautiful bowls, pots, cups, and plates: never once making a mistake. He turned the wheel as He led His hand through the hills and valleys of each design.

Everyday each creation would experience ups and downs. Most days were gruesome work, but there were special occasions the creations felt a great sense of reward. It wasn't just the Potter working on the project, but the different projects had its fair share of work too: each Clay had to let the Potter do His work and develop its formation based on what the Potter wanted.

One day, a specific Clay decided it was tired of the long, monotonous hard work each day brought. The resolution the Clay came up with was to take over the work solely. As it spun around and around, more and more valleys created. "None of these crevices will eradicate," the Clay thought. He continued to spin, but the Clay then started to feel its walls thinning, the work feeling more gruesome than before.

The Clay no longer knew what to do in order to resolve the new problem it faced. The only idea it could think of was to add more clay, so the Clay hopped off of the turning wheel to go retrieve fresh ingredients. As it hopped into the water and then into the cornstarch, it attempted to grow thicker and stronger. But once more, nothing worked. On the inside the Clay felt hardened.

"Maybe if I would have continued to allow Potter to help, I wouldn't have gotten into these situations and would've been done by now."

And it was at that moment the Potter walked into the room. "I love you, but please let me help."

So He did, and the Clay was formed into a beautiful bowl to be used. The Clay was filled with joy in its softened heart.

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