Mystery of His Molding….

Some days are quiet days…

Where words are embraced within the heart never reaching the outside.

Words become ideas, ideas become dreams, dreams become hopes.

A resting in the quiet within.

Gently floating up on the Mystery of His molding.

One doesn’t always have to have words,,,

And feelings don’t always have to have reasons.

Words from the heart can never be forced…

should never be forced.

The KING WITHIN touches the silence of the heart…


The Potter is at work.

Surrender to the Mystery of His Molding!

“Yet O Lord, you are our Father;  we are the clay and you the potter: we are all the work of your hands.”

Is 64: 7


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