Mold me

I think I sing the songs asking God to take my life and reshape it, reform it, break it, cleanse it, and renew it. I think I sing it and I believe it, I want it more than ever.

But I don't think I let Him. I let Him have the stuff I know He can fix, but many times I lack the faith that He will fix the really hard stuff....the stuff that my flesh won't let go of...the stuff that I want to "have a say" in how it gets fixed. You know?

I have to learn to lay it at His feet and NEVER pick it back up.