A Memory Verse a Week for the Weak: Isaiah 45:8-10

"Open up, heavens, and rain. 

Clouds, pour out buckets of my goodness!

Loosen up, earth, and bloom salvation; 

   sprout right living. 

   I, God, generate all this.

But doom to you who fight your Maker— 

   you're a pot at odds with the potter!

Does clay talk back to the potter: 

   'What are you doing? What clumsy fingers!'

Would a sperm say to a father, 

   'Who gave you permission to use me to make a baby?'

Or a fetus to a mother, 

   'Why have you cooped me up in this belly?'"

-Isaiah 45:8-10 (MSG)

God is love,

Vanessa