... of countless ways in which
Our Creator constantly romances us.
Abba, You are the great I AM. You are worthy of all trust. You are faithful and infinitely good, and You alone have the perspective from which truly wise decisions can be made. You are just and kind and perfect. You have never let me or anyone else down–every time it seems like You’ve made a mistake or dropped the ball, in the long run, Your way has proven to be the absolute best and most brilliant path.
I confess that I haven’t trusted You completely. I’ve kept matters in my own hands and continued to worry and strive and scheme and try to make things happen. I haven’t been completely surrendered to Your will and Your process.
Thank You for bringing this to my attention today, and for the Finding Your Calling course that seems made just for me. Thank You for this week of Thanksgiving, and that I am the wealthiest person I’ve ever met. My cup runneth over.
Please take all of me today–I Surrender All. Use me in whatever way You see fit. I only ask that when I start to get upset, Your Holy Spirit whispers (loudly, if necessary!) to my spirit to Let Go. Surrender. Let it be Okay. Trust Me. May I feel the Everlasting Arms around me, and lean in. I love you.
A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on the end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots was perfectly made and never leaked. The other pot had a crack in it and by the time the water bearer reached his master’s house it had leaked much of its water and was only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?” “I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, God will use our flaws to grace his table. In God’s great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don’t be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find our strength.
Most Perfect Abba, Who lets absolutely nothing go to waste and never makes a mistake, please open our eyes today to see the flowers You’ve watered through our brokenness. Even if we can not see the flowers, we trust You, we release our self-judgment to You, and we surrender ourselves to Your service just as we are right now, with all our flaws. Thank You for Your perfection. Thank You that You are pleased with us just as we are, and that in our weakness we find Your strength. Thank You for the power of story. Thank You for You.
In Jesus’ healing name we pray, amen.