It’s been a while since I touched Play-Doh.  Much softer than I remember.  Pliable.  Easily transformed into whatever shape it is pressed into.  It is at the mercy of the hands holding it.  My hands are not those of an artist or craftsman.  I have not practiced the skill of making clay into wonderful shapes and vessels.  Although, I love watching a clump of lifeless clay turned and molded and formed into a beautiful vessel.  I think of my Creator.  How He molds and shapes and forms me with great detail.  He cares about the details.  He oversees them with…