The scripture I want to start with is Isaiah 64:8:
“Oh Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, You are the Potter; we are all the work of Your hands.”
When I read this scripture, the picture that came to mind was from the movie Ghost. How many of you remember that scene with Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, where he, as her husband, is sitting behind her—his hands covering hers, his arms surrounding her with love and protection as they work on a pot of clay?
And so it is with us and God the Father. We are His creation. We are all the work of His hands. We are all unique—different in the way we look, in our gifts, as well as in our flaws. However, we are all beautiful in His eyes. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.
One of my first jobs was at a health spa, where I taught exercise classes. One of my responsibilities was to measure the women. What they saw most about themselves was what was wrong. I saw women with great figures, yet many of them were obsessing over one area where there was just one extra inch. I saw this time and time again.
God the Father does not see us that way. God does not require us to be perfect. He chose us, and He truly loves cracked pots—and He uses cracked pots. Sometimes we can get caught up in focusing on our flaws, on how we look, or where we think we should be in life. We wonder if we are too damaged or flawed to be used by God.
We must remember: God loves cracked pots. And as we surrender our lives to Him, He will pour His love into us. May your prayer be:
“Dear Lord, mold me, shape me, use me, fill me. I give my life to the Potter’s hand.”
As you pray that daily, you will see changes in your life. He will fill you with His healing love and use you to pour that love into others. God loves cracked pots—and in return, we will start to love cracked pots too.
I see this in my own life. One of the joys of being a Christian is that even though I may see flaws in myself, and in my brothers and sisters in Christ, I know that God is molding us every day. And because God loves cracked pots, so do I.
His love, as He pours it into me, opens my eyes to see myself and others through His eyes. And I rejoice as I witness myself and others being transformed by His love.
Our lives are the work of God’s hands—just like clay in the hands of the Potter. He molds and makes, even breaks when necessary. He refines and shapes. God uses all things to mold us, make us, and shape us.
God loves cracked pots—and so do I.
GOD LOVES CRACKED POTS
