balance

I must find a balance, but I am not the juggler.

I am but clay. I am molded by the Clay-Maker.

I’m molded by the One who made me.

He knows what He made me for, and He wants to

work with me, but still

respects that I have choice, and

respect that He knows what He made me for.

Do I respect what I was made for?

-Do I honor what I was made for?

–Do I honor who I was made for?

—Do I care what I was made for?

I want to.

I try to.

I care.

I want to work with my maker.

I want to be what He wishes me to be.

I want to be what He desires of me.

I want to give Him what He desires of me.

He has given me so much. How can I give Him less?

There are things I could give–that He does not care for–That He does not want.

There are things I could give that he would actively discard.

Things I give, not because I want to, but because I’m supposed to.

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He wants a choice. He wants to be chosen.

So he gives us options. What do we choose?

Do we listen to Him?

Do we obey– or do we choose something else?