For some reason, I've always been drawn to this verse. I always thought the jars of clay reference was beautiful, but I didn't understand it. In my mind, keeping treasure in a jar of clay was an odd place. Clay pots are fragile and easily broken. When I looked at the clay pots I have (crocks) they are full of flaws, chips and cracks.
That's when I got it.
We are simply empty jars of clay, fragile and full of flaws. Until we have God. Then kept inside that broken, fragile, ordinary jar of clay is a treasure, a priceless treasure of immeasurable worth!
Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Isaiah 64:8
As we travel through this messy, unsettled, always changing journey of life, God gives us the choice to become clay in His hands. I am so thankful that He loves us so much that He gently molds us and makes us into a vessel of honor. We can come to Him with our cracks and brokenness and He will meet us right where we are and love us. He will transform something beautiful out of our life. He doesn't wait for us to "clean up our act". Thank goodness because this girl is a slow learner! He can see into the deepest depths of our hearts and He knows exactly what it will take to restore Hope into it. He showers us with his amazing grace. With God we are never too spoiled, too cracked or too broken. With him there is always hope. With him there is always a another chance.