This is me. Sitting here. Completely astonished. I have no idea what is going to come pouring out of me as I type this, but I am going to give myself over to the process and trust that something good will come out.
Let me begin this little story by saying that thankfully, I am not one of those kinds of people who struggle with feeling “far away from God”. Even in the deepest, darkest low points of my life, I have still felt the presence of God.
Having said that, I am humbled to know that I can still be blown away when He chooses to speak to me.
I have always considered myself a normal, average, everyday, run-of-the-mill “jar of clay”. The kind that 2 Corinthians 4:7 mentions.
I realized today, while re-reading the entire chapter, that I have been focused more on the vessel itself than the treasure within. I accepted my position as The Jar and never gave much thought to the second half of the verse that tells us WHY God, in His holy wisdom, ordained for us to be The Jar.
Today, as I feel God DIRECTLY answering a specific prayer of mine, I am reexamining who God made me to be. I am taking a closer look at this vessel He has designed for me to live in.
A jar doesn’t exist simply of its own accord. It is created by external elements that cooperate with one another so as to make a unified, solitary object. The jar could not have made itself. It was CREATED, and most likely, created with a specific purpose in mind.
In researching pictures of jars to add to the top of this post, I was struck by how many different types of jars there are. Some are made for varying purposes, some are made from different types of clay, some are adorned, others unadorned. They are all containers that their creators made with care because they had specific intentions for their use. For examples: a cooking pot needs a lid, a planting pot needs an open top and a drain hole at the bottom, some pots were made to carry water over long distances.
Enough about the jar itself, where I have spent too much mental energy on already. My next line of thinking needs to be about WHY the jar even exists. I know WHO created me. It’s the WHY and FOR WHAT PURPOSES DID HE CREATE ME? that I want to examine.
These questions and more will be pondered on the next episode of BeautyRedux. Stay tuned.
PS. I told myself when I started that there was no concise way to sum this huge revelation up in a blog post. So I was right. Since I bet myself a nap that would happen, I’m off to lay down. Self-fulfilling prophecy or not, I’m taking it.