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All Things Made New
Including me and you, no matter how badly we screw up
But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him — Jeremiah 18:4
The pot he was shaping was marred. Perhaps it was cracked or uneven or otherwise not quite what it could have been. But rather than toss it aside in favor of a better vessel, the Potter reforms it, reshaping it as seems best to Him. And so it becomes perfect.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I feel like the pot that is marred and as such I feel so far from perfect. Actually, I don’t feel so much marred as broken, pretty much unusable.
In fact, today was one of those days. After getting up early enough to spend time with God and doing my Morning Pages, which were pretty much a pouring out of my heart in prayer, this day hurt my heart in unexpected ways.
Today, I didn’t do the right thing soon enough because I stumbled in advocating for my 11-year-old autistic daughter during a counseling session. Today, I experienced moments of regret for weakness, weakness that had me feeling like a marred vessel.
But God doesn’t see me that way. Not even in my what I deem my worst moments, God does not see me as a vessel that cannot be reshaped. He…
