Painful.

"Mold me O God in this season, make me who You want me to be."

God is answering that prayer now.

He begins by peeling away the callous layers that had covered my heart over all these years, forcing me to face the demons that I never thought existed with whatever little courage I'd left. The process of molding is the most painful. I am the clay in the hands of the Master. He cuts away the edges, the deformities and with His firm hands pulling and breaking all that is within my heart. This is exactly what He is doing now.

God...

It's really painful.