A counselor once told me the difference between how we roll and how God rolls. We spend an inordinate amount of time and energy patching ourselves up but really we are just vessels. Jars of clay. Cups with a treasure within. Jars become comfortable, common, old, cracked, chipped. We try to patch up our old comfortable life but the treasure cannot, will not be contained.
From within, He will burst forth, shattering the vessels we once were. And then He remakes us into something new. Throughout this growth process, we resist, He persists.
This Shattered Jar
Who knows the person I could be
so much more than the clay I see.
I look at all my lumps and scars.
He works inside this broken jar.
I vainly patch an cover up.
He screams out no an’ breaks this cup.
I cry as all my pieces fall
while others watch enrapt with awe!
Reflecting eyes I see them see
a glimpse of Him inside of me?