Without thinking, I reached for the chipped bowl. My mother and grandmother used it extensively years before, and now it is my favorite too. Despite the hair-line crack, it remains my go-to container for meal preparation. I knew it was clean because I’d used it just a few hours prior. In fact, it was still in the dish drainer, having …
As a piece of pottery, I’m certainly no beauty. All that remains is my thick spout attached to a broken handle and a jagged shard of terra cotta. But despite my rather sad appearance, my master prizes me as a symbol of hope, a reminder to believe in the impossible. I began as most earthenware does, at the hand of …
Holy Father, Thank You for being My Lamp in the darkness. As I look into my past, I notice Your guiding Hand has always been there, shining Light into every one of my dark situations (2 Samuel 22:29). Sometimes, my darkness is my own unwillingness to open my eyes to Your truth. But You are a God Who always seeks …
