The Writer/ misplaced awe part 2

Isaiah 64:8
Yet you, LORD, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.


"why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay.."


How easy it is to hope in a person. Reflecting on the human condition/tendency to make another person too supreme, to even shape ourselves into what the person we love desires, I realized that what I've been guilty of, is simply misplaced awe. Too enamored with created ones, when all should point back to the creator? According to scripture, we are to be shaped by God, to be in awe of him, and yet how easy it is to give this role to a mere human... How difficult it is to love, trust, and adore that which is less tangible than human flesh..


"don't adore what is impossible...
don't you love what is intangible"