Ok so, I wrote something a couple nights ago that God had really placed on my heart, it's somewhat long, but I really hope you all find it worth reading. • • • • You know I never thought about us people as jars of clay so intensely till now. You see, clay jars break, it's pretty much guaranteed in such a dangerous world, but unfortunately we all want a quick fix, something that's on hand in the immediate moment.
We look for white glue, tape, or even glue sticks to put ourselves back together, but we don't get any better, we've only put on an act of "looking" better, but we're still broken horribly.
We have the option of temporary fixes, but then we also have the option of going to the potter himself, we can have all the cracks fixed, our void inside filled, and made stronger for the next fall.
But we don't like it, we have the edges chipped away, a time of waiting for the repair to be complete, changes to the jar that we may not really like, yet it's all necessary for a better and stronger, more complete jar of clay.
When we avoid the potter and his free repairs, we show that we want a broken and useless jar of clay, that we don't want to put the time and effort into a better jar, that we're satisfied with "It will do" or "It's just fine" when really, it will not serve it's purpose in such a condition.
Those who go to the potter end up having such a stronger jar, a bigger inside to hold a greater supply, a more obvious beauty is seen, and it's purpose is clearly being fulfilled greatly.
We as God's masterpiece, His jars of clay, need to be repaired from being broken by this world, from whatever it may be. He's there to heal us, and we may not like it very much, but in the long run, it creates a stronger life which personally, I'm willing to put effort into.
One last thing as I close. When you place such a prized possession into someone else's hands, you learn over time to trust that person, over time you learn to love the potter and believe he knows what he's doing, that all the time and effort put into that small jar of clay, will make it more amazing, and when you allow him to do his work you start to see beauty in the time repairing.
I felt it on the horizon The clouds closing in Chills ensnaring me Where to even begin
My heart grew heavy Rain flooded my soul I was so overwhelmed Storms taking its toll
Will the wind ever stop Can I just have a breath Or is this the end here The waters my death
Falling through the sea Suffocation taking hold But here's where it flips For a story once untold
A man came walking Peace in His heart Strength in His eyes And a voice full of art
He came with a hand It was fully outstretched Couldn't fully believe it Seemed too far fetched
Yet believe me when I say I had thought I was gone No one could save me I just didn't even belong
Yet there He had stood No anger or frustration I couldn't really believe it His full loving captivation
I didn't deserve His hand I only deserved to drown Yet again He's there for me On His knee with a crown
Now here I am living Head above the water Didn't think I'd make it Yet I've gone farther
What then do I now say The storms really tried But failed miserably For I haven't died
I have my moments Choking on the past Messing up regularly Yet it surely won't last
The shore is in sight A long awaited home This ship might sink But I no longer roam
Hey everyone!!! I do apologize for not having posted anything for weeks, I've been crazy with life right now and poetry hasn't sparked in my heart or mind either so I wouldn't have written anything very good which isn't fair to y'all.
I know this is pretty long, but I do hope it's worth your time because this one is very special to me. Thank you all for sticking around and continuing to read my writings as well as encouraging me to continue writing them, you all are more amazing and important than you know❤