The potter, the painter, the boss — that’s me.
I’ll direct the play, write the book, design the cover.
That’s where I’m comfortable, the role I know.
But that’s not how I’m cast this time,
not now, not ever again, not in charge.
No. I made a decision to turn my will, my life,
over to the care of God as I understand him.
To build with me, to do with me out of my control.
To shape me — muddy, yucky, slimy —
into something beautiful.