Living The Extraordinary Life

In Early December, I found the most beautiful, tall, antique white,  French clay pot.  I had looked for one forever at great price.  This is just what I found…. fantastic price – fantastic pot.  I could call it a vase, but it is really more like a pot and ”a vase” doesn’t work as well with my story.  It was so beautiful but all my Christmas decorations were up and there wasn’t really any room in the kitchen for it.  I promptly put it in a garage to keep it safe.  The operative word here is safe.  Bad, REALLY bad idea.

I returned home one afternoon and the editor lovingly informed me that the pot had broken.  Now you know the first question always is, “How badly has it been broken?”  Next question, “ Can it be repaired or is it hopeless?”  Well, the editor was so kind.  He had saved all the pieces.. at least all the ones he could find.  He said he knew I would try to put it together although it certainly looked hopeless.

So the number 1 Son of  Thunder, who is a master at putting together everything  from puzzles to Legos… attempted the impossible.  He and I gathered all the necessary materials to glue the pot back together.  Every time I would apply the glue, it just made me sick it had broken. I had owned this wonderful new pot less than a week and I never got to enjoy it. I was certain it was going to be perfect in our cottage.

The number 1 son, did a masterful job of helping me glue the pot back together.  It is still pretty, albeit broken.  A couple of pieces are still  missing but  it is together… give or take a few little pieces.  I placed the reconstructed pot in the corner under a table in the living room.   The backside is really bad but the front looks pretty darn good.

Being gone for a few days, I returned home and as I sat in the living room and noticed the pot, I thought to myself, “We are ALL like  broken pots.” I couldn’t help but feel there was a life lesson in my pot as well as a constant reminder of our need for a Savior.  A life lesson just waiting to be shared.  I was reminded that we are ALL  just like broken pots held together by a loving and merciful God.  God can take something broken and put it back together and make it look pretty darn good!  It will always be broken but it can be beautiful again.  As the popular song says ” Broken but Beautiful.”  God thinks we are both beautiful and valuable.   He can and will use us, even if we are broken.

So when you find yourself broken and in need of  healing , remember that the loving touch of the one true healer, Jesus, is always available.  You can never be too broken for God. If anything  the more broken we are, the better.   Our scars remain but we will never forget who put us back together again.  Being mended takes patience.  Just like my pot, it was broken but it is still beautiful.  It is in our brokenness that we really understand the power of our almighty God.

Remember, dear friend,  You can never be too broken for God.  Our brokenness can be beautiful and unforgettable , but it is in our healing we have the opportunity for our greatest testimony!