Broken Pots

Having been raised by the hot-glue-gun-queen who saw something salvageable in every collectible she owned, I had taken a different route than my mother.  If stuff was damaged, I tossed it.  “Life’s too short to deal with broken junk” became my motto, so when I was challenged at a women’s retreat to break a piece of pottery… and then glue it back together… on purpose, I began to question just what kind of nutcases were running the show!

I was told it would be therapeutic.  The process of breaking a piece of clay would aid in “healing deep hurts and buried grief”.  Personally, I thought it was crazy.  Breaking a perfectly good piece of pottery didn’t jive with my too-practical personality – but I went along with it.
Placing my pitcher in a plastic sack, I raised it up in the air, cringed, and slammed it against the ground.  The clanking sound of broken pottery left a heaviness in my heart that surprised me. I began to realize that maybe those “nutcases” were onto something!

Piece by piece I saw parallels of life in that broken pottery.   We start out with pristine perfection -a life of value and beauty.  Time goes by and if life’s experiences don’t slowly chip away at us; it’s the crushing blows against the pavement that finally does us in.

My heart ached for the girl I once was – the perfect, carefree life without its flaws and imperfections.   To me, the past was where my value was. Situations and circumstances had changed who I was, and I couldn’t say that I particularly loved the scars my heart now held.

I turned the broken shards carefully in my hands, careful not to cut myself.  Some pieces made no sense to me, and to be honest, I didn’t know where to begin with putting the pitcher back together.   But slowly and methodically, I became familiar with each piece and with great care began to restore the pot back to its original shape.

Tears formed in my eyes when I realized that God Himself knows each intimate part of my life – enough to be able to rebuild it again. By the time I had finished recreating the broken pitcher, I had come to love it more than ever. The slices on my fingers stood to prove that my own rough edges had certainly hurt my Jesus, still He hadn’t given up on me.

One area bothered me though.  Towards the bottom of the pitcher was a hole.  The pieces that belonged there had been crushed beyond repair.  As I debated over how to repair it, God spoke to my heart, “It is here My light can shine through the brightest.”

Suddenly the jagged, ugly hole didn’t look so horrid anymore, nor did the imperfections on my own heart!  In that moment it became clearer than ever before -true beauty shines brighter through brokenness!

The pitcher now holds a place of honor on my dining room table.  Each time I look at it, it reminds me of the value I hold in Jesus’ eyes, and it challenges me to let His light shine through my life.

The thirty pieces of silver used to betray Jesus eventually bought “the potter’s field”.  The Potter’s field was a place to discard the damaged, broken and rejected pots.  What appeared to hold little value to many gives hope today to those whose lives are reflect those pots.  Jesus purchased the potter’s field with His life and like my mother with her hot glue gun, He sees worth in our brokenness.

Lynette at Walking On Water
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  1. 1

    “True beauty shines brighter through brokenness”

    Thank you for this beutifup post Lynette.

    ” For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

    All good things,
    Charina

  2. 2

    Wow.

  3. 3

    Wow, I needed a tender reminder of God’s intimacy with every broken piece of my heart. I feel like I sometimes say “good luck” to God instead of trusting Him…Especially when there are holes. I love that’s where He shines the brightest. Thank you.

  4. 4

    Ah lovely Lynette!

  5. 5

    This is something we all need to hear, Lynette. Beautifully written. Let’s all shine for Christ, not despite our brokenness, but because of it!

  6. 6

    Wonderful post – I totally enjoyed reading this as I’m sitting here with my cup of coffee on a rainy morning. Thank you so much for sharing!
    I know I’ll remember this because of the picture you’ve painted with your words. :)

  7. 7

    Wonderful Lynette! So happy to see you over here. :)

  8. 8

    Beautiful. It’s humbling to realize the way God uses brokenness. I can’t say that’s my favorite thing He uses to shape us, but looking at my life, brokenness has been one of my greatest teachers. I’ve also learned that brokenness is a bridge that connects us to other people. Like you said, “He sees worth in our brokenness” It makes me look at brokenness differently.

  9. 9

    Amazing post. I absolutley LOVE blog posts about the conversations that we, ORDINARY PEOPLE, have EVERY DAY with our God. Totally cool. Totally life changing. Totally God.

  10. 10
    Beatriz says:

    Great ilustration we need to let Him shine in our life.
    Also great idea for our Wed ladies Bible Study,

  11. 11

    Absolutely beautiful and just what I needed to read today!

  12. 12

    Lynette, I was amazed as I read your beautiful post, because I experienced this too! It is a powerful illustration, and God has used it profoundly in my life and in the lives of women I’ve shared it with. My “cracked pot” sits in my room daily reminding me of His sovereignty, love, and strength in my weakness. Thank you for your eloquent words. They express these truths so well.
    I wrote about my experience here: http://winsomewoman.blogspot.com/2010/07/potters-prerogative.html

  13. 13

    I love your words: “He sees worth in our brokenness.” Simply beautiful. I pray that I, too, can not only see worth in my own brokenness, but that He allows me to see worth in the brokenness of others!

  14. 14

    So, so, SO beautiful! What an incredible illustration!