Life can sometimes be fragile, it goes through stages, a metamorphosis one might call it, times may feel as though one is shifting in the wind, holding on for life so that one cannot embrace the funnel of the whirlwind and reach the center of the vortex which spins one into dark strange places where there appears to be no light. At other times one's life appears to be shattered likened to a crystal vase, fine Waterford that is, that once held a beautiful arrangement of flowers in season, that has now been knocked down with all of it's contents emptied, and the remnants of what used to be shattered to pieces lying on the floor waiting to be swept away and tossed into the trash by the hands of one who thinks that those pieces are not useful anymore. But there is the hand of the Master, who sees one's life as precious and who embraces those pieces as a potter embraces his clay and He takes the pieces one by one and examines them and sees them as of value, and He places them back together to restore what once was a remnant to wholeness, a complete vessel ready to be used, and what was once broken and left for disposal, He restored and replenished. And the vessel that once contained contents that would soon die, now holds life everlasting, nothing that the Hand of God forms inside of one will ever die for it is precious to Him.
Copyright by Sheila M. Herron 2009 ___Living Epistle Ministries
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