Having a moment and wishing God would explain every aspect of my life to me in plain English.
I don't understand much of what is going on at this very moment, but I do know I have done all I know to do. I have prayed every prayer I know to pray. I have taught every lesson I know to teach.
So, now, I resume my seat at the Master's feet, and I say, quietly in a whisper, "Teach Me, Master."
I am the clay, He is the potter. On this day, He will mold me into the vessel He wants me to be.
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