The closer I draw to God, the heavier His hand feels upon me—not because He despises me, but because He loves me. He is molding me into the likeness of Christ, like a potter shaping clay into a masterpiece in His eyes.
Walking With Him Until I Am Not
The closer I draw to God, the heavier His hand feels upon me—not because He despises me, but because He loves me. He is molding me into the likeness of Christ, like a potter shaping clay into a masterpiece in His eyes.
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