"Potter, Potter, stop! This is too painful, these circumstance too overwhelming ~ this life too hard. I. just. can't. take. it! Are you sure you know what you are doing Potter? Can't you teach me some other way? "
"Child, I ALONE know what is good for you. The pressure is meant to fashion you ~ not to harm you. To mold you into a useful piece of pottery. The pressure is meant to chip away everything that does not look like me. I'm creating you, like only I can do, into something beautiful ~ the image of my Son. This may take some discipline, which is painful ~ but only for the moment. I love you clay, you are mine. As I fashion you I hold you tight in my hand ~ safe and secure. Rest now clay, for I love you."
Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.