Isaiah 64:8
Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hands.
Today, tomorrow and forever, God is working. I'm so thankful to know that even when I don't see how things are going to fit together, God is in control. I don't want to be anywhere else, and there couldn't be a better pair of hands to trust in and to be shaped by.
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