I am the clay, You are the Potter

The memory of the red clay in my hand, at first cold and barely pliable, has remained a solid memory from a journaling retreat with Janie Normile a long time ago. As my hands enveloped the clay warming it, the pliability and temperature changed, softening and yielding to my hands. This took a bit of … Continue reading I am the clay, You are the Potter

We can only Wonder at Every Gift You Give

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaIDkoFXdUk We can only wonder at every gift You Give Many mornings I wake up hearing a song lyric on repeat. This morning not so much. Nope, this morning I woke up in conversation with a couple of different people. Over time when this happens the clarity is there's something the Good Father desires to … Continue reading We can only Wonder at Every Gift You Give