Clay in His Hands
We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Isaiah 64:8
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Love does not
keep a record of wrongs. If God doesn't even
remember
my sins, the least I can do is make an effort to move on from them myself.
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