But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 2 Corinthians 4:7
I am a cracked pot. Seriously cracked.
The weight of my sin and trials of life have left me frail. In my flesh, I am broken. I am damaged goods.
The weight of my sin and trials of life have left me frail. In my flesh, I am broken. I am damaged goods.
Masking tape and super glue are not enough to cover my imperfections but I try them anyway. Somehow I need to fill these holes so that I can be useful – so that I can be used again.
It is in this state, however, that God chooses me. He takes me as I am. With tender care He dusts me off and sets His light inside. Doesn’t He see the cracks? Doesn’t He know that I’m far too broken to hold His majesty?
And then the miraculous happens; not all at once but slowly, patiently, perfectly. This light inside is changing me. And these holes, once shameful evidence of my brokenness, are now redeemed places for Him to shine through.
This all-surpassing power inside is Christ in me. Glory revealed. Power made perfect in weakness.
A clay pot – cracked and broken – made to house the fullness of God.
Yes. I’m proud to be a cracked pot!
Challenge: Will I submit this pot today, all cracked and broken? Into His hands? For His purpose?
Beautifully written Carrie. Thanks 🙂