Clay in the works

My God is bigger, stronger, better, wiser, and more awesome than anything else... ever. I can't take any personal pride in this, but I will tell you that I don't regret choosing him as my first and all.

God, I am your lump of clay. I can't see much of my shape yet... I don't know what you're actually making me into. All I know is that you're wise and good... and you love me for some reason. You've already made me more, better, and more beautiful since you found me... but I don't have any of the definition yet. You're working me kneading me and centering me on your wheel. I don't know what I am, am I a vase?... or a cup?... or maybe something random like a cookie jar?... I'm not an ash tray... am I? I can't tell yet, it's all still so fuzzy in my viewfinder. But I do know that whatever you choose to make me into, will be all for you. Please help me to be where you want me, when you want me there. And give me the patience and strength to keep waiting in curiosity and eager anticipation... and stress and doubt sometimes. I'm waiting for your leading or calling... and I'm trying to fulfill what you have for me where I'm already at. I love you and I'm your servant. Please exalt your name through me... I want that really badly. Night

<3 Alanna