I am the clay in The Potter's hands.

My heart is the garden The Farmer cultivates.

My life is the canvas, the Master Artist paints on.

My calling requires I be refined by The Refiner's Fire.

But it's much easier to type it out, than to live it out. Over the last few months, I have been going through some painful pruning. While I am grateful for the refining fire, it has gotten hot up in here. I needed to let go of the brush and hand it back to The Master Artist and let The Farmer weed and till the soil of my heart.

Many times over the past few months I have come broken to the cross saying, "God, please give me enough for the next 60 seconds. Lord, help me navigate this wave of emotions for the next 60 seconds.”