I Am The Clay

The potter likes clay in its basest form. He doesn't abhor it because it can't figure out how to break out of its lumpiness on its own. He doesn't look at the clay and think, For goodness' sake, why can't you pull yourself together and make something of yourself?
The potter looks at the clay and sees possibilities.... The potter really, really loves clay.

From the book All I Need Is Jesus And A Good Pair Of Jeans