The Potter and the Clay

Mum used to say I was like six kids rolled into one and then she had five others to look after! I was always called a cow of a kid by my Aunty Norma. For much of my childhood I was lost and confused. Harsh punishments were meted out. I didn't know it then but I was struggling with ADHD.

I wasn't prepared for life to rock me when my son, Brett went missing under strange circumstances, leaving me with an emptiness and pain I can't describe.

I am comforted by family, loyal friends, and a relationship with God. I look back over my life and now see the footprints of God and all His goodness falling like autumn leaves around me, and how He led, protected and loved me.

'Oh Lyn, can I not do to you as this potter has done to his clay? As the clay is in the Potter's hand, so are you in My hand.'

Jeremiah 18:6 NLT