I am sitting in a doctor’s office in Minneapolis right now. I am waiting for him to come in and have a consultation on the possible avenues for surgery to correct, or at least slow down, my degenerative disc disease in my neck.
Then God whispered to my spirit, ‘That’s why I made you out of clay. You are an earthen vessel that is filled with my spirit. You can mold your vessel into a better shape.’
This is for me and I feel it is for someone else out there today too. You don’t feel at top physical condition, but you can change that. Do the work. Mold your clay.