“You see, a potter can only mold the clay when it lies completely in his hand. It requires complete surrender.”
-Corrie ten Boom

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An Object of His Desire

The sun shone brightly in the morning sky, gently warming the desert floor beneath. Pleasant sounds, and sights, of vibrant life blanketed the surroundings and the sky above. A tranquil and inviting peace permeated all of creation. It was in this place, and at this time, that the King had chosen to walk. The gentle ocean breeze blew just enough, to brush the hem of his garment across his ankles. Each time he took a step, the dust and sand from the ground lightly covered the straps of his sandals. His stride was strong, steady, and purposed.

Silence filled the air as every living thing watched, and waited, with great expectation; looking for the object of His desire. The King’s eyes filled with a reflection of His love. Acceptance and extravagant love shaped his smile. He had come to this place, at this time, to retrieve His work of art —His masterpiece, handcrafted by the Master Potter.img_20150317_191205270

He knew precisely where to retrieve what He had come for. He slowed His step and gently bent down to look upon it. There, buried beneath the dirt and sand, lay a vase almost completely covered. Others had walked this very same path and passed this piece of clay many times before — yet never saw it. Some had unknowingly walked across the top of it. This earthen vessel had withstood the scorching temperatures of summer, and the bitter cold of winter. There were times when it was deemed flawed, of little use, and eventually discarded. None of those deterred the King from seeking His vessel of honor.

He knelt down and carefully unearthed this beautiful piece. One created by His very breath. Carefully He brushed the dirt that life had left behind from the object of His desire. His eyes filled with joy as He gazed upon the vase now held in His hands. He understood that the gradual shape of His masterpiece had happened over time, so subtly at times that the vase hadn’t fully understood the depths of its current state — but the Master did. That is why He came.

He had not only come to retrieve her, but to restore her. He wasn’t ashamed of her brokenness or frightened by her rough edges. He had set His love upon His beloved creation long before.

Now His love began a work of complete restoration. He began to repair her brokenness, smooth the rough spots, fill in the cracks, and restore her luster. He had not created her to be hidden beneath the dust of life, or fragile from the storms she had endured. To the contrary, His intention was to clothe her in extravagant love, and put her on display for all creation to see.

“Now listen, daughter, don’t miss a word; forget your country, put your home behind you. Be here — the King is wild for you. Since He’s your Lord, adore Him.  Psalm 45:10-11 The Message

“I am a little pencil in God’s hands. He does the thinking. He does the writing. He does everything and sometimes it is really hard because it is a broken pencil and He has to sharpen it a little more.” – Mother Teresa