It’s been a
long time since I posted!
Sometimes an
idea for a new entry pops into my head but in recent days I haven’t had the
time to do anything with it. Today is different. It’s a quiet Saturday morning
and I have the house to myself. My little piece of heaven – a quiet house and
the chance to write.
Sitting at
our dining table a few minutes ago one of these ideas popped into my head while
I was talking to God. Actually it wasn't so much an idea as a picture, and it’s
one I want to share. The one you see isn't exactly what I saw but it’s the best
I could find.
Sometimes I
am almost overwhelmed by my likeness to this cracked clay pot. To anyone
listening to my silent prayer this morning, it would have seemed grounded on a pure
motive but deep down I knew it wasn't. The realisation once again threatened to overwhelm me. As I sat pondering my less-than-pure motive, a wonderful truth
began to take shape in my mind. I've long know this truth but it has just now
became a treasured reality for me.
Those ugly
cracks and breaks can allow something wonderful to happen. It will never be,
but if I resembled something like the whole, undamaged pot you see below, its contents
would never be visible.
So this
morning I saw clearly the special benefits of being a not-so-perfect clay pot. “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to
show that this all-surpassing power is from God and
not from us.”
This gives me reason to rejoice in my 'clay potness'.
This gives me reason to rejoice in my 'clay potness'.
