Chips
March 7, 2011
While having my coffee/sitting with the Lord this morning, I had a thought.
I have a favorite coffee mug, it’s one of many. It’s handle is broken off and it is chipped in two places on the lip. If it’s clean, I’ll use it. Sometimes, if it’s dirty, I’ll clean it so I can use it, even though I may have others already clean at my disposal.
I like it for many reasons: it’s hand made/hand-fired, a beautiful muted green and brown, and has what has become one of my favorite bible passages hand lettered into a clay-orange band around the middle. I also love its shape, the way it sits in my hand.
But none of these are why it is my favorite, why I choose to use it whenever possible. It is my favorite because my dearest friend in the Lord gave it to me.
The Father gave you as a gift to Jesus, and you are precious to Him, and He wants, it is His pleasure, to use you, broken vessel and all. He’ll make you fit for use. You may remain hobbled in places, but He knows what you’re shaped for.
