my heart, my brain, my everything is being broken down so that God can use me. it’s hard, it’s exhausting, it’s all consuming. 

i’m thankful to serve a God that loves me enough to fix me, rather than leaving me to squander his gifts away. these “sprinkles” have spoken volumes to my heart 💜

prayers for strength and peace while God molds me for his perfect plan

Isa 64:8 But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.