Build- to develop over a period of time; to construct by putting parts or material together over a period of time.
“But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8
“And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.” Jeremiah 18:4
The potter does not spend time molding clay simply for the sake of doing so. No, the potter is intentional and molds clay into something that can be used for a specific purpose. As such, God moods you and I so that He can use us to benefit His Kingdom. Being molded means being poked and prodded in places that cause discomfort. Not only do you get poked and prodded, but you also get thrown into the fire so that you will hold the shape of whatever the Potter has formed you into.
I have fully accepted my role as clay in God’s hands. I have been poked in places I did not know existed—I didn’t realize that all of my years of singleness and independence had made me selfish in ways that can only be highlighted by certain levels of intimacy. I have been prodded to the point that unresolved anger bubbled to the surface; and no potter wants air bubbles in his finished product. I was thrown into the fire and my newly discovered flightiness would cause me to search for an escape route every time the temperature rose to the point where I feared that I would break.
Clay does not know, nor can it see, what it is being molded into . But fortunately for clay, it is in the hands of an expert–the potter. I, a piece of clay being molded by God, cannot see what is going on but because of my proximity to the Potter I can see the love in His eyes while he molds me.