The lump of clay is thrown on the wheel and slowly worked…at a steady pace you start to shape the clay…not too fast, not too slow. The form begins to take shape, when suddenly your hand causes it to be damaged…ruined. Oh well, you gather up the clay…and you start over. God is the God of do overs. Our lives will never get to the point where He can’t do us over. The Lord will rework our lives over and over again until He deems us a perfect vessel.