Ah, Lord God, You are the Potter, we are the clay. We are all the work of Your hand. We trust You to shape us into a vessel fit for Your use.
You remind us that no eye has seen, no ear has perceived what You will do for those who wait and trust in You. We feel so weak as we are shaped by Your strong hand. Yet, if we listen we hear You speak kindly to us. You tell us that Your grace is sufficient for Your power is made perfect in weakness. And so we rest in Your hands. Amen (Isaiah 64.4,8; 2 Corinthians 12.9)
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