We have all been broken at some point or another. The world can be a harsh place, disregarding our fragility, and treating us as it will. Like clay vessels, we get used, sometimes abused and mistreated, or are subject to accidents. We end up shattered–our hearts, our minds, our bodies. We superficially mend ourselves, putting the pieces back together as they were, but all the while shamefully aware of the cracks and missing pieces–signs of our frailty and weakness.
Then God comes along, and like a skillful potter, He gathers the shattered pieces and lovingly puts them back together. He knows for what purpose He created us, so He does not always put the pieces back the way they were or the way we think they should be. But He fills the spaces with Himself–His love, mercy, grace–making us, His vessels, stronger. The seams left from His handiwork become part of our testimony, making them marks of beauty because they glorify Him.
“Praise the Lord. How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and fitting to praise Him…He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:1, 3