"...We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." Isaiah 64:8
Today I made a meal that took me back to a time when I used to cook with love. Now it has become an unwelcome chore. I have changed. Today I realize how much. I have allowed someone else to mold me. I have allowed something else to shape me. I have been shaped by discontent. I want to cook with love. To be be molded with love. Worked by God. Work with God.
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