I'm Broken

Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Isaiah 64:8 NIV

The mug sat there in several pieces after its fall from the cabinet.

"Throw it out," was the first response, "it'll be to hard to fix."

The pieces though, I felt could be put back together by the right person. It sat for a couple of days, in the broken pile. Soon it was moved to a bag, that way all the pieces could stay together and out of my way.

It seemed this poor mug would end up in the trash. Before long though, the right one came for the job. He found just the right glue. He sat down and figured out where each piece fit. Some of the pieces were stubborn, the handle didn't want to stay in place even after holding it for several minutes.

When it was almost complete, it seemed a piece or two was missing. He searched the location of the fall and found them. The mug was now complete, put back together. Not quite as good as new, but the cracks now showed character. It had a story to tell whenever someone asked.

We are like this mug. We become broken, we feel like we should be thrown out with the trash. But the right one sees us and won't let that happened. We call out to the fixer, the potter.

He painstakingly molds us back together. He may have difficulty with some of our flaws, we may be stubborn and not want to change. The potter though keeps working at it until finally it sticks.

The finish product may still show the scars, the pain at times, but it's now a part of who we are- our character. We now have a story to tell. The potter came and fixed this broken piece of clay, and molded me to be the disciple I am today.