How I have longed to be that perfect vessel. The unbroken piece of porcelain that dons the center of the table with it’s magnificent beauty that takes your breath away. The thing you can’t take your eyes off. The perfectly glazed and beautifully painted brilliance of a Master Craftsman.
What pride I have had. To be sure. I have tried to promote myself to that place of never broken, perfect porcelain beauty, but it is just not so.
My Master is the Lord. The Living God. The One whom created us all and this beautiful world we live in.
If you look, you will cracks from times I have fallen out of the hand of the Master. Times I choose to jump from my post. From the position that He choose me to be useful and lovely in.
Other times, I think somehow those cracks have been necessary. They are the ones that reveal that I have been used. Oh Thank you Lord! I have been used.
What would life be if all I did was sit in the center of the table to be adored? Never touched but to be polished and dusted. Void of complete usefulness only to be seen?
Now I see I would much rather be the vessel that served the Master well. With lots of cracks, paint chips and stains, not because of falling but because of use. A vessel so used and loved that the Master took time, over and over, out of His day to repair it because He just couldn’t part with it. He loved using this vessel to so much. He loved using me so much.
I have bowls, service trays and tea cups like that. I just can’t part with them. They might have been given to me by a friend, a loved one. They hold a special memory. They are so incredibly useful and beautiful to me if not to anyone else.
I have tools of beauty as well but they are never as pleasant to me as those that behold beauty and usefulness.
So I decide. Rather than longing to be what I thought was the perfect vessel, untouched, unused, something only to behold. I would rather be used and reveal the places of brokeness. Not try to hide chips in the porcelain. I want to be used and be shown as a treasure in the hand of the Master.
I now see that I am that perfect vessel for the Master because He planned how to use me and He knew what He wanted from me when He purchased me with His precious Son’s blood.
The same applies to you. Be what He saw when He bought you. Don’t fight to be something different. Be pleased with His calling. Be what He called you to be. Let Him use you as you are. Stop trying to be a different tool. Enjoy what you were created for. And teach your children to do the same.
Blessings and Deep Love