Once I was a clay pot. Chipped. I thought I was not worth it. I thought I was not good enough. Who would want this broken pot? A gentle soul reminded me that God does. His son Jesus does too. And I believed the gentle soul but only on the surface. Deep down I let my brokenness define me. What if one day God decided I was not worth it? That He changed his mind about giving me His love? After all, I am a broken pot. Nobody likes a broken pot. I prayed through tears to understand this. My soul was like a parched desert rather than the lush green garden God was promising. My tears did not heal the drought, but only made it worse.
And on my knees I prayer and He listened. Looking back, He always has even when I do not think He is listening. But God is the Great Gardener-- the Creator. And in that soul desert He met me-- the broken pot-- took me in His arms and gently reminded me that the I am enough and that He loves me... chips and all. Because the chips are not there as a scarlet letter to shame me. But rather they are a reminder of where He brought me from. A reminder that no matter what I have done, He is a merciful and forgiving Father.
Have a blessed day.