Thile was staring out across the harbor. “And yet,” she said gently, “God hasn’t come to a standstill.” Suddenly she laughed. “I think you’re like one of your own lumps of clay, Andy. God has a plan for you, and He’s trying to get you into the center of it, and you keep dodging and slithering away.” She turned her dark eyes on mine. “How do you know? Maybe He wants to make you into something wonderful!”
