i had no idea how wonderfully, beautifully, difficult
it would be
to be a vessel;
to be poured out like wine;
to be an empty, fragile jar of clay.
it was obviously not me -
for i am selfish and desire to be
full,
strong,
confident in myself…
when all He asked was for me to be willing
and humble,
to be poured out:
to be His vessel.
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