I am what You have made of me

You have pressed my brokenness between Your palms and made of me a new kind of ordnance, dense, weighty, deceptively simple and small. You heft me from hand to hand with fierce joy, enjoying Your work, savoring Your plan. I am the stone in the slingshot, the sickle in the field. I am a bullet... Continue Reading →

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