As Clay in my Father's Hand

This pot with water flowing out of it was in the river inside the Opryland Hotel in Nashville last fall.  When I see it, I think of a river flowing from my Father's throne.  I think of the Holy Spirit flowing through me and overflowing into the lives of those around me.  This past week, I was reading Jer 18: 1-6, and I saw the clay pot (or vessel) molded by the hands of the Father ready for use.