In the Father's Hands
- engntx
- Nov 15, 2025
- 3 min read
On the days of treatment, we have several floors and lots of attention to details we must make. However, as we entered the routine of getting on the elevator we were caught up in a conversation with a stranger and forgot to press the 3rd floor button which would have taken us down to our chemo treatment. Instead, we continued to talk and shortly realized we had missed our floor when we arrived at the parking garage. When the doors opened, we noticed entering the elevator with us was a familiar face, it was our potter and his wife. 18 years ago, before we had our children, we desired to have a custom hand thrown ceramic sink from an artisan at Canton First Monday’s trades day. At the time my wife was in a ceramics class, and we really admired the beauty and work that went into functional art. So, we saved up our money and bought us a sink in hopes of soon placing it into a home we dreamed of building. Shortly after the purchase of the sink we had moved into my wife's family farm house to where we still live today. However, that sink sat in our attic for 17 years collecting dust because the plans we had made were not the plans the Lord had for us.
"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11.
Many times, we had thought about how we could use it, but it didn’t function in the space we had until we were presented with an opportunity to create an extension to our home. This space would include many repurposed and reclaimed items including the forgotten sink. About a year ago right as we dusted off the cobwebs and finished up the details of the vanity, we officially set the sink in the place it belonged the whole time. Around this same time last year, I was eating at one of our local restaurants and our potter and his wife walked in. I shared with them; we are finally able to use the sink we have had for all these years. His wife asked him, “do you remember what it looks like?” He responded with specific details of the style and exact color to a piece he hadn’t seen in over 17 years. His response to her was that “a craftsman never forgets his work”. In awe of his response, the Lord lead my wife and I to an illustration to later write a devotional about the sink.
Now as we stood with the elevator doors open, we realized by missing the floor we got to see them face to face. How amazing is this! The Lord provided a moment of connection to share with them full circle of what He is teaching us in this season and gave us the opportunity to share with them the finished product.
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