Pursuing Jesus

Light streams through the open window. Colors bloom through the room. I breath in the smell of earth and smile. I run my fingers along the shelf, eyes gazing at the pottery that line the walls. Each has a story.  Each is unique.  Each has been fashioned by hand.  By His hands.  I hear footsteps down the hall and He steps into the room His eyes dance as He too gazes around. I notice in His hand a clump of earth. Excitment bubbles up as I anticipate watching Him create. I never know what He is going to make, but He does. He has told me that every time He sits at the wheel, He has a picture in His mind of what He is making. I see a clump of earth. He sees the beauty of what He is making.  He moves to the wheel and I watch. The beginning is always hard. The dirt is tough.  His foot pumps the pedal, and the top of the table starts spinning slowly. The top of the table is centered in a bowl filled with water. He scoops water and presses hard on the st...