She stopped asking when and started asking who . She realized her faith wasn't meant to be a demand for results, but a relationship with the Maker. "I am like the clay in Your hand," she prayed, "letting myself be modeled by You". The Miracle of the Present
Emma no longer waited for the frost to melt to be happy. Her heart began to beat with a new purpose: to praise the One who held her past, present, and future. Whether the "sweet spring" was today or years away, she was content, knowing that everything she had was from Him and for Him. Emma Repede - Minunea vieii
One afternoon, while watching a potter work with a stubborn lump of clay, Emma realized something profound. The clay didn’t understand the spinning of the wheel or the pressure of the potter's hands; it only felt the shaping. She began to see herself as that clay—vulnerable and raw, but held by a who makes every thing "beautiful in its time". She stopped asking when and started asking who
There were nights when Emma would sit by her window, looking at the silent stars, and whisper the questions that many are afraid to ask: "Lord, is everything You promised just my imagination? Is it only a distant dream?" . She felt like a flower with a new fragrance, yet still trapped beneath the soil, waiting for the "sweet spring" to finally break through. The Hands of the Potter The Miracle of the Present Emma no longer
For Emma, the world often felt like a garden in the middle of a perpetual winter. She lived in the "waiting"—that quiet, often painful space between a promise made and a promise kept. In her heart, she carried a dream that felt like a tiny seed buried under layers of frost, waiting for a spring that seemed to never arrive. The Season of Questioning