Monday, April 2, 2012

A Broken Vessel

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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!

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  1. It is amazing when we hear a sermon and it is as if it were made just for oneself. I have faith that you will be healed in time with Gods grace. Have a great week.

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    1. Thanks Ms. Bonnie <3 I know God is good all the time. I need to let it be in His hands and stop trying to steer the ship myself ;D

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    2. Sometimes it's awfully hard to let go of the helm...but when we do, the ride is so much more beautiful and amazing.

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  2. oh sweet soul . . . YES, we can indeed be happy that we are broken vessels. (we are ALL broken vessels, SO broken.) because our brokenness serves as an invitation to run to the Mercy Seat & cling to the Cross! where we find life, redemption, & healing for our wounded souls.

    thank you so much for the gift of your transparency here. i came over from shanda oakley's on your heart link up -- interestingly enough, right after i posted a link to a recent piece i wrote about brokenness as a means to beauty.

    sweet blessings to you, fellow sojourner,
    tanya

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  3. Yes! I have been there. A sobbing, blubbering mess. Snot dripping but careless of what people thought. Beautiful vessel indeed!

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  4. Contentment where we are: that is what it is all about. I guess when we realize that He pieces together the broken pieces of our lives, then we find solice.

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    1. The thing that trips me up is that I was happy for quite sometime living in the season that God had given me. I just don't know where that contentment went. I suppose I will continue to pray and He will bring it back in His timing. I know there is a deeper lesson here, I just need to listen better ;D

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  5. When I first found out I had candida, I too felt broken.... and old. I have been at the healing process for a few years now and this is the first year (since candida)I am feeling really good about life.

    You will get there, and yes... it does take time. It sounds like you have a wonderful caring Hubby that will help you along the way. Take care Amy!!

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  6. Amy, you have a beautiful soul.. you may feel broken now but you are already in God's Hands and ready to be made whole again. We all pass these moments... moments that would bless us to come asking for His aid so that He can help us become better person.. with even more beautiful souls.

    Hugs from across the miles!

    Spanish Pinay

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    1. I know this is all for a purpose. Perhaps my test is patience. Heaven knows it's a lesson I need to learn. Thank you so much for the encouragement from across the pond <3

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  7. My husband once threw pottery for a minister during one of his sermons on the same subject. Sometimes broken is good so the new you can be better.

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    1. How cool is that?! I love visual teaching/preaching. It really does drive home the point, doesn't it?

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  8. Isn't that funny? I was just thinking that myself... of how I am a broken vessel but placed in the hands of the Potter, I can be made whole and beautiful again.

    Be happy you're broken. Otherwise we're not giving Him a chance to make us more beautiful than we can ever be.

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  9. Ah, Amy--my heart goes out to you, but it also rejoices that you know the healing power of our Lord. Praying for Him to fix the sweet little cracked pot that is you (and even me:)).

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  10. Hubs here,

    You are indeed broken, as are we all, but you are my beautiful sweet wife.

    [18:1] The word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD: [2] “Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will let you hear my words.” [3] So I went down to the potter's house, and there he was working at his wheel. [4] And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter's hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.
    [5] Then the word of the LORD came to me: [6] “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the LORD. Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.
    (Jeremiah 18:1-6 ESV)

    It is a comfort to know we are like clay in the hands of the Lord. That He will rework us as it seems good to Him. It's good to know He is not done with us. That we are a work in progress. That God is re-working us in to a new vessel as it seems good to Him. Sure, the cracks in the pot hurt; being broken is not without pain. It's comforting to know that He will heal us. Now in part, but on that day when we see Him face to face, fully.

    Love you, my fellow broken vessel!

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    1. I love you too <3 Thanks for being my rock. God certainly knew what He was doing when He gave you to me.

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