as soft as clay


“But now, O Lord,
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all we are the work of Your hand”

Isaiah 64:8

I look back this past year, and see how far I’ve come. The Lord has shaped me, and molded me, and I am slowly becoming more and more like Him.

I cannot boast.

I cannot boast in myself, but only that the Lord has taught me many, many things that have challenged, changed, stretched, and grown me.

But one thing I thought I’d share, one of the first steps I made on my journey.

Throughout my life, I had let myself stop growing, to become stale clay, clay that is not easy for the Potter to mold, to work with, to perfect.

I refused to let the Lord shape me and mold me into a better person, because I was afraid it would hurt too much. 

And you know what? It did hurt. I’m not gonna lie.

But you know another thing?


It’s worth it.

It’s worth it because I love Him so, so much and I just couldn’t bear to to see Him disappointed in His creation, and I want Him to be happy with what He sees.

So my lips whisper over and over this year, “He is the Potter, I am the clay.”

If we are to be clay, we must be willing to let go, of our plans, what we want, and give ourselves up to be made holy in His sight, and to completely surrender to His soft, loving hands. If we are stubborn, if we are unteachable, if we are hard, stale clay, why should we expect God to do great things with us?

But we cannot become soft by own free will.

It is up to the Potter to make us soft & teachable again.

Romans 9:21, “Does not the potter have power over the clay, from the same lump to make one vessel for honor and another for dishonor?”

And you know, I know it hurts. I know it’s something we don’t want to do. I know we don’t want to give up our dreams, and our pride, and our lives for Him.

I know.

But, this year, I want you to ask yourself this question, really and truly, in all honesty …

“Am I obstinate, or unyielding, or am I as soft as clay?”

for all those who are weary (matt. 11:28)


Morning comes early. I roll over and turn off that annoyance which is screaming at me to wake up.

And I groan.

Just *one* more minute.

Please? Oh please, just one more minute. But I don’t take another minute, because, inside, I know that for me one minute ends up being forty minutes.

My hand fumbles around for the phone, and I squint at the number glaring at me through the darkness. 4:03 am.

Insert another groan.

I slide off my bed and stumble over at least a hundred things before I reach the door 6 feet away. I then walk into the kitchen, the cold grating against my weary bones and I stare blankly at the coffee machine having no idea how this thing works.

I sigh. Life without coffee is hard. Especially at 4 o clock in the morning.

I walk into the living room, and grab the stack of messed up papers and books and sit down to study for that dreaded time of year …


So I study as hard as my coffee-deprived brain can function.

6:00 am.

I put everything down so I can get ready for school. I go to the mirror, and feel bad for anyone who ever saw me. My eyes, bloodshot, from that almost four hours of sleep, and my skin pale, but contrasted with the accented dark circles under my eyes.

Good morning, sleeping beauty. (Not.)

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Five days in a row. Stress and lack of sleep weakening my body, functioning with the bare minimum. I look pale, thin, sickly, and, in another word, scary.

And I feel awful.

Where can we go when we are in need of peace and rest from the chaos this world gives us?

Usually, we go to sleep. And that is not a bad thing. However, whenever we feel exhausted, over-loaded, overwhelmed by the burdens we have to carry in our day to day lives, there is only One place where we should go.

Not to sleep. Not to the T.V. Not to food, nor the computer.

Before all that … we should go to the One who refreshes our souls and brings life to our weary bones when our knees are about to give and our bodies shake under the stress we try to hide.

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matt. 11:28

No matter how busy, or how tired or weary we are, the Lord is our Hiding Place, our Rest, our Peace, our Comfort, in hard times ❤

…Amen? 🙂

oh, audrey


Audrey, in my opinion, was one of the most beautiful women in the world.

We will surely miss her.

She always held herself with dignity, and grace, and possessed a unique form of femininity which few women have today.


Audrey Hepburn spent many years in Africa helping the helpless. Yet all the pictures on Pinterest and Google show her as a fashion icon. Fashion only passes in a wink, in a spark, never lasts, and, in the long run, doesn’t mean much.

Compassion impacts lives forever.






“I don’t want to be alone. I want to be left alone.” ~A.H.





{she is just *so* cute! :)}

{she is just *so* cute! :)}


So wise and so true! 😀
















I think that helps a lot of people, 😉

In loving memory of Audrey Hepburn ❤

What do you miss most about Audrey?

awkward & awesome




~ When the above two things happen 😉

~ Going to your Ortho and getting your braces adjusted sooo tight, and you’re in so much pain you can hardly eat 😦

~ Being very nervous when you’re around someone and trying your darn hardest to hide it, and you think it’s not working, haha.

~ Staying up until 12 o’ clock in the morning studying for a final. NEVER doing that again. And then you have to get up at 4 in the morning to study some more. You then are *so* tired the next day you can barely focus for that final ::sigh::

~ When you’re about to sneeze, and you really have to sneeze, but you don’t, so you’re just sitting there with this stupid expression on your face for the next ten seconds. And then, to make it better, you’re in a room full of people…

~ Trying to explain to your friends how you’re both awkward and awesome at the same time 😛

~ That day when you and a stranger make eye contact several times, and you’re trying to decide whether to say “hi” or not, because you don’t want to make the moment more awkward.

~ When your teacher finds out your computer name is “Ninja Girl”, because the day before you were in a goofy mood, and forgot to take it off. Ahem.

~ When you are just *so* short, that even some of the 4th & 5th graders are taller than you…And you just might be one of the oldest in the school. ::chuckle::


~ Watching Tangled again, because it’s your favorite 🙂

~ Cuddling with your dogs whilst watching Tangled..::grin::

~ When you’re just happy to death 😛

~ That day when you’re so tired, everything’s funny, even when you’re the only one cracking up, hahaha.

~ When you fall in love…with shrimp salad 😉

~ And, more than anything……*drum roll*…….when your daddy makes you potato pancakes for dinner! ::happy dance::

What was awkward or awesome about your week?