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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Just A Piece of Clay

When I was a younger more dense piece of clay, I didn’t want to be shaped in the image of anybody but myself. Like many of us I wanted to go my own way, do my own thing. Once God slows us down long enough to get a glance at the reflection inside our heart we all find the same thing… It’s not pretty.

These days the most comfortable place of peace and joy I find is in the palm of the Great Potter.
The sculpting isn’t done yet and it ain’t always pretty, but it’s getting better…

With each turn in His palm.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011