I am a lump. Sometimes – probably more than I ever want to admit – I feel like a lump of pizza dough that is being pounded, kneaded, twisted, folded over and pounded flat because of what’s going on in the world, my life, the lives of those I love or my own soul. At other times, I feel like a holy lump of clay because I experience the Master Potter lovingly shaping me into a vessel that holds the wonderful gift of Christ dwelling in me that transforms me and miraculously touches the lives of others. Today, Lord, help me be muddy instead of doughy!