Being Transformed
I am not who I was.
I am changing still and it is unknown who and what I will become. Like clay I am formed; even transformed into something new.
At some point I hope to be finished.
But now, O Lord, You are our Father,
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand.
I have no right to question why our Father has made me who I am. I am His design.
Here is today’s beauty.
Our father.... Who takes time and patience to mould us in His image and after His likeness...
Amazing father.. And today's beauty @doctorjohn is really one to behold...
We really are all works in progress. Under construction, so to speak. @ironshield
smiling photos are the best !
Nice one by you doctor, really love this from you, thanks for sharing