Friday, October 2, 2009

Broken Clay Pot

2 Corinthians

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this TREASURE in earthen vessels that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

We are subject to being tired and weary. We have days that it is ONLY by faith we live and ONLY by faith that we move and ONLY by faith have our being. BY FAITH we rejoice and sing, BY FAITH we speak but there are days that I am weary, and my clay pot is subject to be broken.

We were not designed to carry the weight of the world we are clay pots and inside of this destructible vessel lives the indestructible TREASURE of heaven. The very same spirit, THE SAME SPIRIT, that raised Christ Jesus from the dead live IN ME. In my clay pot lives the third person of the trinity. The Holy Spirit HIMSELF. He brings to me council and direction and wisdom if I will stop to hear.

HE gives guidance in all seasons of my life and HE consoles and ministers to me when my clay pot is under great distress. When the world pushes in on me and fissures begin to appear in my fragile exterior HE mends and heals and strengthens from the inside out. HE so loves my clay pot that HE came to take up HIS abode and constantly reinforce the purpose HE has set before me.

BUT...... I am a clay pot.. I weep and I grieve and I break and have need of mending. I struggle to live yet I die daily. I sometimes hold on to this life with a grip of an iron hand refusing to relinquish my hold for the promise of a greater life.

I am a clay pot with the treasure of heaven encased deep within who I am. HE weeps when I weep and when I dance with my red tambourine HE will dance......... HE is all in all IN ME........ but I am a worn vessel subject to the cruel hand of the world coming to chip away at my exterior. I am a clay pot.

Never meant to be strong and mighty, never asked to do the impossible and never expected to toil without tears. We are clay pots and somewhere deep within the mortal clay that will crumble and return each of us to dust, lives the very person in the trinity that when God spoke 'Let there be" HE moved upon the face of the deep and life was, light was.

The very breath of God lives in my clay pot and because of HIS life in me the days that I crack under the pressure I am reassured that HE is the corner stone and HE is the master potter and in HIS hands I am sheltered. HE is the "I Am" and HE moves quickly to shelter me from being dashed upon the rocks.

Today my clay pot was in shambles and broken I sat and cried out to the only one that can mend the broken clay. My fleshly clay pot is weary and it longs for a place in time that I can feel at peace but just for a while..... I weep.

I heard from my youngest son today that my first born son Darryl had a stroke on Wednesday.
He has a hole in his heart and will see a surgeon in a few weeks.

I pray that my Father God from whom all life flows go before that surgeon and guide the hands that repair that earthen vessel known as Darryl. I have cried more today... Silly me, thinking that the 25 years that we have been estranged would somehow scar over the love that a mother has for a son. Silly me. I weep over lost years and I sob over a son that I need to hold..

I will go to the potter from where my life first started and HE will mend my clay pot from the inside out, and HE will hear the sobs of a mother grieving over a son and HE will go into that room HE will keep watch for me........ I know HE will.......

But HE was wounded for my broken clay pot and my transgressions; he was bruised for my broken clay pot iniquities: the chastisement of the peace of my broken clay pot was upon HIM; and with HIS stripes my broken clay pot can be mended and healed.

And within this vessel of clay is place the TREASURE of heaven.



Karen said...

Oh, wonderfully the Lord ministers to you and then you minister to us with these words He spoke to your heart...our clay fragile and worn and cracked...hold that same Power that calms the storms and is that one true Treasure that you wrote about...

My heart grieves with you over the situation with your son...will be praying about this earnestly...and yes, the Potter will be with your son and his mother and touch them both....

Andrea said...


Thank you for so faithfully and beautifully sharing GOD with us through your heart and life.

I am a shattered and broken pot with many cracks....GOD has put me back together more times than I can count.

Blessings and prayers, andrea

Anonymous said...

God can heal our broken pots, but we must give Him all the pieces. You are in my prayers.

Oh Sew Good said...

I am sorry to hear about your son. Perhaps not notifying you wasn't his idea and he may have no knowledge that you don't know. I'm not saying this to upset you by any means. I'm just saying it's a possibility I hope.

Sandra said...

Just said a prayer for him. Will Chris let you know what happens?

JC said...

My dear Denise, I'm keeping you and Daryl in my prayers. This is a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing how the Potter mends the clay pot.

Mary said...


I'm so sorry to hear that Darryl had a stroke. It seems that people are having them at a much younger age these days. Proves that we are in the last days.

I will pray that God minister to you and heal that broken pot. If you need anything...anything at all, just give me a call.

Blessings and hugs,

elaine @ peace for the journey said...

Oh, Denise, my heart reaches out to you this morning for the restoration of your relationship with your first born, Darryl. I can't imagine the dissonance this creates within your heart and spirit. Thank you for drawing me back to the truth that God's Spirit lives within this clay jar of mine and that because of this, I can walk through a day and a night and a season that makes little sense to me.

You've scripted your heart beautifully here, and I am one of the beneficiaries of your pain. May God continue to use your all for his mighty and good purposes.

Prayers, friend.


LisaShaw said...

Oh Denise,

Much I could say but please know that my heart, love and prayers are with you. I am praying for GOD's comfort and strength for you, healing of your sons body and spirit and reconciliation between you both unto GOD's glory.

We are in the Potter's Hand and that's a beautiful place to be. I love you dear friend.

Remain in rest in HIM.

Angie said...

Denise---I wept with you my dear sister. I am praying for you and will e-mail you because I feel a lengthy comment coming on. :)

Love you dearly!

Annette said...

O Denise, I'm crying over on this end, I can so feel your pain over your first born. I'm so, so sorry, but you know God hears and sees you and he will intervine, I believe that 100%. He loves this child your brought into the world, and deep down this same child loves you too, satin just has on hold on him and has assisted his heart to be callused, but with a good scrubbing from our Lords hands, his heart can be smooth again, just go down to that hospital, but don't go into the room and sit and pray, your son will feel the Holy Spirit move with in him, and deep down inside he does want his mother, every child wants their mother, that nasty ol' devil is making him think differently. Get all of bloggers together at the same time to pray over your son, and he wont know what him, I'm AM VERY SERIOUS.
God says "When there are 2 or more gathered in my name, I am there" so we all will come together in his name and ask him to be in your sons room and he will be! How cool is that!!
Always remember all of us out here in blog land love you and your family.

Mary Isabella and Kiley too! said...

Love you....m...