and all the many gifts He’s given to me, lessons He took me through, the falling leaves & car park lots, all that He has done for me…
To God be the glory… :)
The Miry Clay in the Potter's hands goes through the sculpting of His hands and the furnace of His fire to become His jar of clay. For noble purpose or the ordinary, He alone rightfully decides. Of grime and mud, only the Loving Potter will take & create, only the Skillful One will make a masterpiece, only the Faithful will strive to keep it soft till the end.
1 comment:
happy bday weixiu !
May u grow closer to God each year
Love,
Lishan
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