My love formed you.
And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand. NLT
I want you to see yourself as I see you. You are a work of art, formed on the pottery wheel of My affection. Even today, I am continuing to shape you and gently form you into the masterpiece that I envisioned before the foundation of the world.
I have the ability to see the finished work you will become in the midst of the formation process. And it gives Me great joy to see the beautiful, one-of-a-kind expression of My image you are becoming.
So fear not My little one, you are still firmly being molded in My hands. I will never let you go and will always be there to gently guide you. For I know the end from the beginning, and I assure you that the good work I began in your life, I will complete.