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Rated: E · Prose · Spiritual · #1014744
What is its purpose?
         God is a sculptor, and I am but a lump of rock, imperfect, cracked and rough.

         He is gentle, controlled, as He chips away the ruined pieces.

         It pains me, and I cry out, cringing away.

         But the Sculptor is kind, patient. He sometimes pauses, giving me a moment to realize the pain is necessary to shape me into something better, something He can use.

         As more pieces fall away, some so tiny they can barely be seen, I can’t help but ask, “Why did the Sculptor pick me out of so many other, better stones for this one sculpture He has in mind?”

         I am awed, humbled, even frightened. Will His sculpture be as beautiful and as useful as He imagines, or is there in me a flaw so deep and as yet unseen, that once He reaches it, I will be nothing but a disappointment?

         “Have faith, my child,” He whispers. “I know everything about you, and my hands and eyes are keen. You will be shaped as I intend. Nothing I create goes to waste.”

         My fear fizzles, replaced with hope and eager anticipation.

         I watch as the Sculptor works, turning me into . . . I don’t know what. But I need not worry. The Sculptor knows.
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