Clay Vessels

In the early days of cancer treatments, my husband was truly faced with the reality of being a fragile clay vessel.  How comforting it was to know God stored treasure in this vessel.  The life and death and resurrection of His Son Jesus. What an amazing treasure. This is an excerpt from the archieves of those days.  

Vessels

By Wendy Simpson — Jul 21, 2014 

We are all vessels and every life experience, trial or triumph, is marked upon our hearts. Whether they be scars or windows to the heart; perhaps they are both. When you look at a scar it tells a story. You know by looking at it that that person experienced something that hurt, but you see that it healed to. It is much like a window into their life experiences. It can be an opportunity even, to share a bit of light in a dark situation. We are compared to clay vessels, fragile and easily broken, but having a light and treasure inside that can shine through those broken places. This is my prayer, that we shine somehow through even the darkest nights and hardest days.

2 Corinthians 4:7-10 ESV

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. [8] We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; [9] persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; [10] always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies.”

Treasure in a Clay Vessel

Light from the clay vessel
An illumination of my heart
Created by God’s candle
A masterful piece of art

Through cracks the light shines brighter
Where I once was broken
And when He put me back together
The scars could not be hidden

He lights my flame
Even when it flickers and dims
Never quenched, it bears His name
Somewhere deep inside even when life is grim

Beautifully those scars
Are woven around my soul
Others wonder how I see more than mars
Or how my vessel stands whole

His light holds it together
Nothing I will do or have done.
Its the love that burns steady from my Father
And the treasured flame, His Son

May the light never be contained
I am fully God’s, simple and imperfect
For His glory, always named
Where He’s healed and directed.

From this simple clay vessel
Shine your love from my heart
May I share His candle
With others, who are your Your work of art.