“A terrible fire ravaged the whole building, and when afterwards she went back to inspect the remains of her office all she could do was shake her head and be grateful that she had not been in the building at the time…
With one backward glance her eye fell on a tiny blackened vase still standing on the charred remains of her desk. She had a new office now in different place and was able to move in there instead. Well, little vase, she said, you and me have survived and you shall come with me into my new office.
It stood in the usual place on the corner of her new desk, but when people came in she noticed a difference in their reaction. Before, the would say,
‘Oh what a beautiful vase.’
Now since it had been through the fire, they said,
‘Oh what beautiful flowers.’ ”
(taken from Celtic Daily Prayer, Aidan readings for December 17th.)
We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. 2 Corinthians 4 verse 7
Thank you to all of you who read yesterday’s post ( or ‘praise report’ as Lisha Epperson termed it ! ). It encourages me that somehow out of the fire treasures are being recovered. I love that these were my readings today – I am such a charred, blackened pot, but somehow I’ve survived the fire. I love the vase analogy. We don’t bring the beauty to situations by ourselves; it’s God who does that, through us.
I am constantly amazed by his willingness to use the broken, messy lives we live; amazed and so, so thankful.