Broken

About a month ago, I drove past a house in the countryside off the "beaten path". This family's business is a humble roadside kiln where they make and sell pottery. I bought a clay pot from the lady to give to Tracy, but did not know that it was still "wet" and not cured. Within minutes the clay pot was shattered into tiny pieces. It reminded me of the fact that our bodies are like jars of clay and that we are being molded and shaped by the Potter's hands. Sometimes He has to hammer and hurt us--sometimes we are broken. But the fact is, He is molding us and shaping us into His image.