You are the potter, I am the clay; you mold and shape me every single day. As I spin round and round on your potter’s wheel, I hold on tight and cling to your truth. For me, you have become so much more real. I feel like this year, I know you better than I ever have before. I’ve been seeking you like never before, and I have found everything I need in you.

You are the most wonderful artist I know. You paint the sky such beautiful colors every morning when the sun is rising, and you do the same when it’s setting. You created me and you call me a masterpiece, even when I feel like a mess. You call me beautiful, even when I feel so broken. We are all broken in some way; we are all human with our mistakes and regrets and our “wish I could haves.” You take our brokenness, and you make it beautiful. We are broken, yet beautiful in your hands. You turn our pain into purpose. You turn our tests into testimonies. You turn our trials into triumphs. You are with us always, leading and guiding us home.