Life has its furnace for My children, into which they are plunged for the molding.
At their request I watch and watch until I can see them reflect My Glory. Then comes the further shaping into My Likeness. But the metal from which that Likeness is fashioned must be indeed pure.
So often My children are impatient for the molding, never thinking that the refining must come first.
To do My work there must be much refining.
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