He asks me over and over and over again. Each time, I answer confidently: “Yes.” He keeps asking, as if He’s not satisfied. I stop replying. What is this about? He tells me to take my time and be honest with Him. Sigh. Okay, Lord. I close my eyes, take a deep breath… and brace …
“O Lord, how long will you forget me? Forever? How long will you look the other way? How long must I struggle with anguish in my soul, with sorrow in my heart every day? How long will my enemy have the upper hand? Turn and answer me, O Lord my God! …
“Ooohhhh myyyy loveee, my darliiing, I’ve hungered… HUNGERREED!!!” I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of the word ‘clay’ without thinking about pottery, and I can’t think of pottery without thinking about that scene from Ghost (1990). (You know the one). I’ve never dabbled in pottery myself, but it seems like such a therapeutic …
