Splat…splat…splitity splat. That’s the sound that a hopper makes when it is out of mud. Confused? I can imagine I would be too, if I hadn’t just finished texturing my walls. I am almost done with my living room, and one step closer to being ready to leave this country. I am one step closer to being able to go and make disciples of at least 11 nations. I am one step closer to embarking on a journey that God is inevitably going to sculpt me on. I am his clay and he is my potter. I am one step closer.
