Broken Peices

Lord, I am so tired. I am so weak. All I can bring you are these broken peices. I am a broken pot to be molded by its Maker. There is nothing I can do to make you grant me this request. There is nothing I can do to prevent You from granting this one request. It is all in Your hands and Your hands alone. Deal with the broken peices & deal with this longing within this heart of mine. As I look back on my study from last week regarding Noah, You fulfilled a prophecy. However, it was not as man would have it, but as You would have it. Lord, have Your way in me. Teach me what I am to learn and make me a willing student at Your feet.