Master tells me that I am His gift, His work of art. He is the Sculptor and I am the clay. I am His to mold as He wishes, as He desires. I revel in this.

Even though We/we are not together He takes great care and attention to His work. He sees what I am now and He envisions what I will eventually be. I do the same but, only through my eyes. He sees me differently through His eyes.

I am His work in progress and He provides the love, the discipline, and the training I need.