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.
Friday, April 03, 2015
Love ran red... at the Cross
Thank You Jesus for giving Your life for us - that we may now live and get into heaven when we die. And thank You thank You for being alive! I love You.
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