She thought her worth was contingent upon how much she could DO- how much she could hold, carry, pour…
JUST a vessel
Ever trying to prove her worth
Not grand in color or size
Bumpy in texture
Of no significant worldly beauty
Decent, but no designer piece
Yet fashioned by the Designer of All Things, the Master Potter Himself.
Insecurities and resentment would wash over her as she ended her days with exhaustion.
If only she knew her worth.
If only she knew her worth.
The Master Potter would watch her day in and day out, aching for her to fully realize the masterpiece that she was
But with every bruise and crack she incurred- with every chip and leak,
Her emotions would only allow her to feel used, worthless, insignificant, and weak
And then the day came
When she was completely shattered into pieces
Seemingly irreconcilable pieces.
She wept.
She cried.
Bitter and broken
Tired and exhausted
With bowed head, she came to the Master Potter and said,
I've been serving on Your behalf
But I am tired and broken
My efforts avail me nothing
My worth has slipped through the cracks
I now lay at Your feet broken.
The Master Potter smiled ever so warmly and said,
You were, are, and ever will be My masterpiece.
She looked at Him, baffled.
As the Potter lovingly scooped up each of her pieces in His hand
Healing peace washed over her.
You are my masterpiece, He said again.
Pulling gold out of His pocket and melting it with the heat from His love
He began using it as an adhesive to reassemble her pieces.
He did not take away her cracks and bruises.
He transformed them
Giving greater purpose to her pieces
Trading brokenness for testimonies of breakthrough
Sealing every crack with pure gold.
Then He looked at her and said,
You are My masterpiece
Your value exists because you are Mine, and I created you.
I made you with My own hands and gave you purpose.
No crack, bruise, fall, or drop can ever take away your worth.
If anything, that’s when you see Me at work in you most obviously.
Look at what once appeared as brokenness.
What do you now see?
Gold, she replied. Gold.
The Master Potter affirmed,
Yes, gold. Nothing you go through is wasted when you put it in My hands.
You are My masterpiece. No piece of you or your story goes without Me noticing.
No experience is ever wasted.
You are more valuable than you will ever know because you are My handiwork.
You are filled with purpose and worth, and now you also have stories- testimonies.
I’ve traded you gold for your brokenness and peace and power for your shame.
Continue to pour, carry, do, and serve
But differently this time-
This time from a place of knowing your worth;
This time with knowledge and revelation
That you are in fact
A masterpiece of the Master Potter
With purpose and power in each of your pieces.
So whether you are used to hold flowers or nothing at all
Regardless of whether you are in a display case, the centerpiece of a table, or in the back of a cabinet
You are My masterpiece.
Valuable.
Worthy.
Filled with Purpose.
You are more than your use.
You are more than your brokenness.
You are My masterpiece-
The masterpiece of the Master Potter.
