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.
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