by Wemi Omotosho
We are all apparently earthenware.
Vessels cleverly crafted with care and designed by a loving Potter, a Master of His trade graced especially in the working of clay.
But what if.
What if you didn’t think you are good enough to be a vessel? A receptacle meant to hold.
I looked around and was taunted by the myriad designs of other earthenware around me; seemingly laden with glittering gold and sparkling silver; precious stones and other untold valuables.
For many years, I could only see the many and glaring imperfections of my clay. Cracks abounded plentifully and leaks ensued on a regular basis.
What use is a vessel that has leaks?
But sadly, I’ve only ever retained some of what God does in my life and I don’t do well at holding onto the lessons He teaches me.
With all my frailties and inadequacies, how could I carry His precious treasure?
That greatest treasure of all.
I judged myself and was found wanting.
Until one day…
When I realized that it was in those leaks that my story intersected with God’s.
What if the cracks I had so desperately tried to hide and patch up with my strength are there to allow hope to shine bright?
What if these cracks are the exact reason I was made with clay – so that His excellency can shine through and not mine?
“But we have this precious treasure [the good news about salvation] in [unworthy] earthen vessels [of human frailty], so that the grandeur and surpassing greatness of the power will be [shown to be] from God [His sufficiency] and not from ourselves.” 2 Cor 4:7 (AMP)
I see now that the Potter sits with me in the cracks. Though I want to hurry straight through to sanctification.
To sinless perfection.
But He sits with me in the here and not yet. In the groaning and tension. As I inch my way towards sanctification. Only to stumble and stagnate. Or take unscheduled detours that break my heart and His.
I once read somewhere about the Japanese art of kintsukuroi and it occurred to me that this is what God does.
He fills the empty spaces, holding my cracks, ugly fissures and splintered fragments together to make a beautiful pattern of restored hope that reflects His glory.
For a long time, I believed the lie that my less-than-stellar story – my cracks and leaks – disqualified me from being useful to the Potter. Even now, I startle every time He dips His hand and brings up something new from this leaky and once-upon-a-time-condemned clay vessel.
When I think about it, I realize that I am fully seen and completely Loved. Imperfect but overlaid with grace even as the Potter is still molding and yet forming His perfect work.
Wemi Omotosho, PhD wears many hats as a scientist, entrepreneur, and writer. Currently, she lives with her husband and two children in London, UK. Wemi is active in her local church as a vocalist in the worship team, a bible study writer, and a coordinator for the public relations department. In her downtime, she can usually be found with her nose in a book or writing poetry. She is in constant awe of God’s love for her despite her mess. She shares her reflections and poems at www.reflectionsinthemess.com. Instagram: @reflectionsinthemess