Clay
A close friend was tearing just as the service was coming to a close. She revealed that God is dealing with her, breaking down her pride. I gave a BIG long hug. I remembered how tough it was last year. She said, now you are a clay fit for the King. Gosh, I looked at her, and was lost for words, feeling a lump in my throat. She continued, now God can mould and fashion you.
And I thought I was the one who was supposed to encourage her! God does move in mysterious ways. I am encouraged!
