One
day a woman dreamed she went to heaven....
themselves in the shade of one of
the trees, which were along the bank.
Jesus leant down and picked up a lump of
clay
from the bank of the river. He began to pummel and pound the lump, and
then to knead it, like dough. After some time of working the clay, it became
malleable in His hands, and He began to mould it.
The woman watched as Jesus squeezed and pinched
the clay, and in time the lump took on the rudimentary form of a cup.
| Jesus
continued working on the vessel, using His fingers softly to remove bumps
and even the width of the rim. Gently the Lord ran His fingertips over
the interior and exterior of the cup, smoothing the surfaces until He was
satisfied that all parts of the cup were perfect. Then He held it out to
the woman. |
"Behold,
this is your life," he said to her, putting the cup into her hands.
"From the time you asked me to lead your life I have been moulding and
forming you into a vessel for my use. Those times when life seemed toughest
were when my hands 
were
moulding you, shaping your formlessness, just as they did the clay.
Those periods of self doubt, of darkness in the tunnel, were when my fingertips
gently caressed away the rough edges, refining you, into the beautiful
vessel you are today.
Those trials that you faced are