Pots, flowers, seeds and soil.

Isaiah 64 says this, "O Lord, you are our father. We are the clay. You are the potter. We are the work of your hands."

I've been getting my hands dirty in the soil of my yard, and at the same time, God's got his potter hands on my heart.

Isn't it an amazing relief to know that we are being shaped by our potter? Along the same lines, I have been thinking about the soil of my heart, what's planted there, and how it's growing. God's doing some cool things with me... I am anxious for the flowers to bloom.

Here's my shout out to the new baby Caden, on his way as I write!

Blessings on your pot today. May you be resting in your potter's hands.