"How we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other" Ray Bradbuy, Something Wicked this way comes.
We mould each other, I my friends and they me. Which is why I want friends that are good. That I can look up to and learn from and be motivated to be more like.
Possibly one such person writes the site www.conversiondiary.com
I was caught especially by the beauty of these lines, the bolding emphasis is mine.
"But then, a funny thing happened on the way to becoming a Christian: ever so slowly, I stopped being so irritated with the people around me. In fact, I started to feel love for them. As I wrote about here, I never intended for this to happen."
I love that she never intended to love, but she does. ( As an aside - I don't write that I love that she never intended to love, but it just happened, because it doesn't just happen, you must work at other things first. )
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