Brokenness

I was looking at all my thrift store furniture and realized that somebody once thought these pieces I treasure so much were "trash". They were not good enough anymore. And worst, some things were left on the sidewalk, left to the elements, to be thrown away, worthless. One of these things is a very old picture frame I rescued a few weeks ago. At some point, the glass must have cracked so someone pronounced it broken and got rid of it. And that gave me a chance to become creative and make something new out of the old and broken. 

Does this remind you of something, of someone?

There is an artist I know, we'll just call Him the Potter. He told me that we are like clay in His hands. When we come to Him, we are nothing but chips and pieces, worthless heaps of junk, just waiting to become fabulous, awe-inspiring works of art. The Potter takes the clay and places it in the center of the wheel, and the clay resists at every turn. It falls off center, it hurts His hands with its roughness. But the Potter always has patience because he in his mind already konws the outcome. He knows that this heap needs a little grace, some patience, a dab of color, a while in the oven. This is not easy or pleasant for the clay. But then, when the masterpiece is revealed, its worth increases, and somebody looks at it and pays an incredible price for this unique piece of art. 

How I want to be like this masterpiece! Someone paid for it and now He'll put something special and valuable into this receptacle. 

We should all be glad for our brokenness because without it, we would not be unique nor maleable enough to become something even more special.