We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
Isaiah 64:8
I am a work in progress. My Father's hands are molding me, forming me, and transforming me. In everything, He is working. Working in me to complete what was started. Somehow, I really like knowing that.
posted by StacyPishko @ 10:28 AM
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