Pathway Blooms

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'.