Our Spiritual Knowledge is poor. My soul is starved. And I long to be better. I want my husband and son to see You through me. To see the Light devour the darkness. The need to feed my materials wants is now on the back burner. “Make me, mold me, use me... I give my life to the Potter’s hand.” “I want to be different Jesus, just like you.” Words from songs I know, but God is piecing them together for me. Verses I need to hear, soak in, and get the goodie out of.
Please God don’t let me over look a resource that you have placed before me!
It's wonderful to see clay that's willing to be shaped by the potter. :)
ReplyDeleteSo many have solidified their shape into their own image to the point that God has to break them and start over.