The brokenness, the piece of our cracked shattered vessels, the clay dropped by our own hands The potter, still, when we come to him falling on our knees, running to our father humbly, as a child, as a servant The potter gathering our shards the broken vessel, put upon the wheel living waters, the potter’s tears bringing us to life once more, made knew, molded again into the plan God has for us once more new, shaped by the potter’s loving hands
December 4, 2009 Genesis 1:1-2:4a Genesis 2:4b-25 the tension between the two traditions giving us two creation stories Ecclesiastes 12:7 Jeremiah 18:1-4 & via email conversation 12/4/09 with artist and teacher Carol Childress, author of blog, “Choosing Joy”, http://carolchil.blogspot.com/ and see: http://carolchil.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-everything-there-is-season.html