I am a unique piece of ceramic, beautiful to my Creator. But I've jumped and broken. I've tried to get up to mend myself, truly I've tried, but my hands are shattered.
I am a puppet lying on the floor, ugly and unwanted. And all I can do is cry, hopin the next child will want me and hold me, but they never last.
I am a seed trying to grow on a rock, but dying. There is good soil down in the valley; I can see it. I am thinking that if I let go the breeze could blow me down. It would be a hard fall though. And even harder to grow. But it has to be better than dying on this rock. I am letting go.
I am thinking back to the Puppet Master. The One who made me. The One who I ran away from. Maybe He would untangle my strings and maybe repaint me and maybe, just maybe, forgive me and I could be of use to Him. It would be hard, calling to Him, sacrificing myself, but honestly I would rather be with Him than being dropped so many times. I am calling
"I am so sorry. I knew what I was doing when I jumped. I knew. But I'm sorry. Cover me. Forgive me. Fix me. Please? You can remold me in ways that I never imagined. I give my whole self to You. You are the Potter, make me in Your image. Please Lord, please?"
This one is really good!!!! :) I like how you put it (the struggle we all go through) , and yet the struggle is really just faith, believing in His love and faithfulness. This one reminded me of the story of the prodigal son a bit too. It was very well written.
ReplyDeleteHere is a verse you may find encouraging too :) “Ah, Sovereign LORD, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you.” Jeremiah 32:17
I thought that you might like this one;)
ReplyDeleteAnyway, this was written on the way back from church camp, and it really was what I meant to write the whole time, but I didn't finish it until right before I posted it. Thanks for commenting!