Monday blessing
On Mondays I go to a bike class at 9am. I have to get there by 815 am to sign up and get a bike because it is so popular. So I spend the rest of the 45 min. and sit in the car. I usually read or pray etc. Today, I forgot the book I am reading so I turned on a CD I love to meditate on the Lord to and I was so overwhelmed by him all of a sudden...there are times when he does that...... he makes himself extremely vivid.
A memory of my visit to the ocean popped in my head of my girls and I looking for shells to bring back for friends and collages. I kept scolding my youngest daughter because she kept putting the broken shells in the bucket....."Only the pretty ones" I said, but she said, "I like the broken ones".
Then, I got this mind's eye, panoramic view of a beautiful field and all these broken pots in various stages of being cracked, broken and utterly shattered and I saw Jesus patiently walking among the pots holding the hem of his robe to form a pouch to place them in. This overwhelmed me so intensely I could not stop the tears.....I've never had an issue with crying;I think I have gone months and months without crying. Now, when I just think about the Lord, He reduces me to rubble. I went in to bike class with my sunglasses on, I was so self -conscious of my swollen eyes. This morning's solitude has left me with the impression of pure hope....don't give up, the Geat Tender Potter is not finished.

Praises to my precious Jehovah Shamah, the God who is there, the God who wants the broken ones.