Excellent poem, Marvilla. This is almost a praise song. The Lord can certainly make something of us that we could never make of ourselves. In Jeremiah, the prophet went down to the potter's house to watch the potter work. One vessel became marred, and he had to pummel it back into a lump to start over. That's the part of the process that is no fun, but The Lord accomplishes all His Holy Will without stopping to ask our permission because He is The Lord.

Well said, Sis! WRITE ON!