14 The earth takes shape like clay under a seal;
its features stand out like those of a garment.
I don’t think much about the molding and shaping that I have undergone until I look in the mirror or at old photos. Like the earth changes by the flow of water and waves, wind and quake, my body is in transition, stamped as if by a seal, adorned with gray, accumulating lines, wrinkles and sags like a treasured well worn garment.
There are many people who mightily resist aging with surgery, implants, hair dye and drugs. Then there are those of us who simply feel it happening, knowing we are being sculpted by the potter, even though the original glossy glaze is wearing off.
When earth is God-stamped with His seal, it is beautiful. And so, sealed and delivered, are we.