Category: Poetry

Misshapen pots,
line God’s tool shed.
Each one a prize,
in the Master’s eyes.
This one is you,
and that one is me.
Each one striving,
for God’s glory.

But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.

Jeremiah 18:4 (NIV)

I’ve heard that Christians can measure their growth by the fruit in their lives. Galatians says, “the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control” (Galatians 5:22-23 NIV). It makes sense that, if we’re keeping in step with the Spirit, that is, turning away from the desires of the flesh to follow the Spirit, we would find evidence of it. What we call “fruit.”

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The beauty of the rose,
is in it thorns; that pierce
and prick, those
unaware. Stifling
jubilant eyes, resting
upon petals, bearing
silken shades; to
God’s glory. Soil
shields, light streams,
waters feed-
This boastful beauty,
“Look at me!”

What we might consider a nuisance upon grasping a rose, the thorns, are there to protect the flowers from being eaten and damaged by predators. Therefore, without the thorns, we might never see the beautiful flower, the rose, in all of its splendor.

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!

Isaiah 49:15 (NIV)

When Jesus taught his disciples to pray they start off the prayer with, “Our Father in heaven” (Matthew 6:5 NIV). Whenever we talk about God, we refer to Him as, well, Him. The Church is a bride waiting for the return of the groom (God). We always think about God as our Father because he is. However, we forget that God is the one who gave love, and all of the attributes of feminine love, to women. Specifically in the area of motherhood.

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