Sometimes it’s a bit too easy to forget that I am but clay. It seems rather silly to think that clay could ever possibly do anything on it’s own and yet I try. Forgive me Father.
Oh Father help me to surrender completely to Your hands as you mold me into the woman you desire. Oh how I want to put away any thoughts of what I think I should do or be and yet yield to you.
My heart is often so stubborn, forgive me. Help me surrender completely to Your grace. A grace that works daily in my life to make me more like Your son.
You are my Father, I am but clay, You are the potter. Mold me, make me, help me to surrender to Your hands.
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