I feel His presence with me and within me throughout the day and see His work in me. To do all things, endure all things, for Him, with Him and in Him. I trust when I feel His hand softly upon my shoulder. He leads me along and when I invite Him to hold unto my quivering heart in prayer or His hand upon mine in service and prayer. And to sit before the master often in silence, listening as Mary in Martha's house sitting at the masters feet. He is the potter we are the clay. The Lords touch helps make the heart supple for becoming like His own. With the knowledge of what He is inviting us to I repent immediately when I fall and evidence of grace is in growing and progressing. On the Potter's wheel. There are signs throughout the day and people are drawn to me more than ever. And there is Christ helping me along like the little sheep in the flock. Praise be the name of the Lord Master.