Shattered Pots
Your Word says, “We are the clay and You are the Potter”. You shaped us perfectly with Your Soverign hands. Yet the moment we were placed in this realm, the world begins to chip at us. During our youth, the process is slow, but as the seasons progress, the world begins to penetrate our once wonderfully crafted clay-based shells. Given our broken, sometimes shattered state, You continue to use us with Your love. How can we compare Your love to anything finite? Once anything finite is broken, we begin to toss it aside, yet Father, You use us even if we cannot hold water. You bless us with Your Spirit and the holes and cracks are steadily repaired. Praise You Father for Your consistant love.
Please God, continue to heal my cracks and pieces. I am weak, but You are strong. Help me to remember that all things are possible through You who strengthens me. That I am free in Your name and my old life is exactly that. My old life.
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