Do you ever hear a sermon that brings you to your knees? That shakes you to the core and leaves you sobbing? This happened to me on Sunday.
I have been feeling broken lately as I had shared with you all last week. I have been praying, having devotional time, and going to church. Why am I not fixed? Why am I so sad? Clearly, I SHOULD feel better.
Pastor brought forth a clay pot and a hammer. He gave his testimony about how little things in life had broken his vessel. He used the hammer to chip away at the pot until only a little piece was left. At the end of the sermon he told us how God could now rebuild the spoiled vessel. In the hands of the Potter we can be beautifully remade.
The tears flowed and I sobbed in my husbands arms. I am a broken vessel. Many little nicks to my pot have left me shattered. Here I am standing in the rubbish but the wonderful news is that God will remake me. He will put this broken vessel back together. I trust in His divine will and can take comfort in His guiding grace. As strange as it may sound I can be happy in the fact that I am a broken vessel!