My heart feels stirred up like a pond after a storm. I find myself fighting tears more then I'm comfortable with, and the funny thing is I can not put my finger on exactly why.  That is okay.
I am not trying to sit in sadness. No, that's not it. I am not even sad, I am actually tender. God is doing something in my heart. Pressing with an even hand as the playdough of my heart stretches farther.
I have nothing profound to share. I only want to encourage you. If you feel the sculptor molding you. If you feel a bit undone and yet wholly held. Stay in His hand. Let God finish what He started in you. He won't miss a detail.
You will have the grace to take care of your" must do's." Just don't stand up in your heart until He says finished.
It's okay to be red nosed and held.
You are safe in love and made perfect in weakness.
This is where I sit.

Jeremiah 18:3-6 ESV
So I went down to the potter's house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter's hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.
Then the word of the Lord came to me:" O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? Declares the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.

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