Thursday, October 24, 2019

Each moment, a handful of clay placed before me. I am free to shape them as I please. This is your gift: the clay, my hands, the freedom to make what I choose.

What will I do with this clay? Shall I make a useful mug? A decorative object? A weapon? An image of myself?

Lord, let me choose and make well.

(Letter #1,748)