One of my dearest friends visited today and we talked about many things as we always do. Among them we discussed brokenness. My friend is a professional story teller and collects poems and stories to use in her speaking. She shared a beautiful poem about the master searching for a vessel to use...many vessels clamored to be the one he chose. The golden candlesticks told Him of their beauty and purity and how they could shine for Him. The silver ones told Him how stately they were and what great things they could do. A brass vessel clamored loudly of his worth to serve, a crystal vessel told of his beauty and uses...a wooden one spoke too.....but the master passed each without saying a word....then he reached down and gently picked up a broken clay pot which had no hope of ever serving again and it was that broken clay pot that he chose. It's in our brokenness that we learn to cling to Him for dear life and it is there that He restores us and makes us useful for Him....without Him, we're just like that broken vessel. Do you feel useless like the broken pot? Has your life been shattered by loss or wrong choices? It's you he wants to restore. It's you that He can use to do His mightiest works because brokenness humbles our heart. Cling to Him, vessel of clay. Let Him Restore and mend your heart because He makes all things new. Thank you, Ginger, for coming to see me. God gave me a precious treasure when he gave me your friendship thirty-four years ago!
For those who are interested, the poem can be found at http://www.ftmagic.com/vessel.html
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About Me
- Pam
- I grew up in Southern Mississippi, and at eleven years of age I invited Jesus Christ into my life. Several years later, I married a young man from Oklahoma and we eventually moved to his home state. There we welcomed our first child, a beautiful baby boy. Four and a half years later, our daughter was born and unfortunately tragedy struck. Our daughter suffered brain damage during open heart surgery. In the years that followed, I was her care-giver. I've been stretched and remolded as I've journeyed through many trials. I was widowed in 2003 and as my husband was dying, he said for him one of the most difficult things was knowing that I would probably bury our daughter without him. I told him should that occur, when she died I would picture in my heart him seeing her walk and talk for the first time and that would bring me strength and joy. I can truly say that it did. His death started me on this journey as "a single wife." The first eight years of blogging are as a grieving, healing widow. Now the posts are as a newly remarried who has found life after widowhood.
2 comments:
Wonderful message Pam! It really spoke to me. Our faithful God truly does make beauty from the ashes. Love in Christ.
Great message. Sounds like it was a wonderful day too!!
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