My life was changed, the moment I had a stroke. My life was basically rearranged. Damage was done, but yet, I did not come undone. For you see, my Father is the ultimate artist. He took all of the broken, and shattered pieces, and began to create. I am thankful to be the clay in the Potters hands, and will gladly yield, and stay still, as He molds me, and makes me, into the woman, I am meant to be now.