Raw is such a good word. It makes me think of a bloody slab of meat–juicy in its redness. Raw means uncooked. Open, gaping, ready. My heart is full of all of those things. I am those things. I am raw. Ready for the Divine hand to reach into the mixing bowl of my heart. To take all of my ingredients and to show me what I can make, what I can be, where I need to go. I have spent so much time with each ingredient trying to stretch each thing so it makes successful batter. I do not have the instructions, I realize now. I am in need of help. So I stop and I ask. Help me make sense of this bowl of gifts, talents, and experiences. Will You help me make the best pie in the world? The most unique pie that has ever touched Your perfect lips?