I am but a clump of clay in the hands of God, however I am totally at ease, knowing it is He who holds me in the palm of His hand.
Frustration has no room to enter my being.
The Lord calls me to total trust as He shapes and designs the person of me.
Dear God stifle my will that yours may be done, allow me each day to become more like you and less of me.
I may be tested in the fires of suffering but I will be at peace, knowing God tempers His every move with an unmeasurable amount of love, wisdom and mercy. I must never doubt that, as He desires to shape me into a reflection to the very likeness of Himself - an image of God.
God the potter, you are so good.
Oh Jesus, meek and humble of heart make my heart like unto thine.