I think life’s like play-doh. We’re born (the container is opened) and there we are….a lump of play-doh on the table. The times when I’ve let the world mold me, I felt like the world looked and asked, “What’s that suppose to be?” But when I let GOD mold me, the world still looks, but they don’t need to ask.They know what they see: something that’s been shaped in the image of Him. When God makes something out of us, there are no questions, there is no uncertainty. Oh, sure, God’s had to break me down and REmold me. He’s even had to put me through the Dr. Drill and Fill a few times!