Carrot or mallet. Mallet or carrot,
thunder or whisper.
Blessed to know that, as Shakespeare said,
” there is a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough hew them how we will.”
This potter is so crazed with love that He never tires of recreating us ’till we fit perfectly His design.
So dear, loving God, go on with the shaping, but don’t forget the carrot, remembering that we are all of us amazing mixed metaphors of your love.
Sr. Teresita Heenan