His Vessels

Currents of tears running free, deepest hurts spill. He has emptied, broken me, now my soul can fill.

Blessings come gently, washing away pain. Hints of grace beyond clouds. Filling soul again.

Broken tea cups, cracked, chipped, useless to world’s eye. He sees beauty perfect, whole, for vessels He chose to die.

He sees me priceless, white, pure. He views the heart now clean. Never unwanted or unloved. Ardent love from Him.

Broken tea cups, cracked, chipped, still hold substance in. Lift to lips giving forth, benedictions of His chosen.

Written by Vivian Joy

Author: Viv

I'm a spoonie mom whose hope and strength comes from God.

44 thoughts on “His Vessels”

      1. My prayer is that God uses my blog to encourage others in whatever circumstance they are in. Thank you for encouraging me to write. With TBI it’s not easy but God is my help and strength. πŸ™


  1. Beautiful words and picture. This is my story: before I became saved I hated to break anything of value. I felt guilty and angry when a flower vase broke or a tea cup got chipped. I always felt a sense of irreparably loss. After Jesus came into my heart, I saw beauty and gain and the things previously despised. As praise is a sacrifice, so a broken heart is a sacrifice. I prayed: ‘Please, Father God, You be the one that breaks my heart. You do it first before the devil has a chance to do it. For with You, there is healing and mercy in the breaking…’ God has broken my heart many times. Some time He used a little stick. Other times He used an ‘industrial’ hammer. It was always painful. Like a surgery is. But the after effect was wonderful: freedom, open eyes to see His beauty and grace to soar into His arms.

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    1. What a wonderful testimony! πŸ˜„ Thank you so much for sharing this treasure with me today. Yes, a broken heart is a sacrifice…….such truth and BEAUTY. Amen! πŸ˜„πŸ€—β€

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  2. This makes me think of one of my hobbies. I like wandering through the woods looking for specific trees or sticks that would make nice walking/hiking sticks.

    I got to thinking one day about someone who walks through rough and dense forests and finds potential in things most people overlook. He takes them, whittles them, sands them down and then puts a nice stain on them. Once overlooked and useless to many, is now an admirable piece.

    Who does this sound like?

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    1. My son enjoys that too! πŸ˜€

      Sounds like my best friend Jesus.πŸ˜„ The whittling and sanding can be rough though but if not done the stick will be splintered, and prone to rotting. Thank you for this beautiful metaphor….I greatly enjoyed it!πŸ˜„β˜Ί

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  3. Love this poem, Vivian. 2 Cor. 4:7 comes to mind: But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not us.
    What looks insignificant to the world is a treasure in the hands of God. How fortunate are we to be in His hands!
    May God continue blessing you.

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    1. How lovely! Yes, that verse has always been a favorite treasure too. Thank you dear one. God has blessed me so much through my brokenness and continues to teach, heal and grow me daily. I’m comforted by knowing He has me exactly where He wants me to be. So I rest in Him. Much love to you today.

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      1. A pleasure, Vivienne and thanks so much for the kind words. As β€œthe nurse” says to me daily, β€œyour cyberspace friends” could never believe following you in β€˜the real world’ for even a day – there’s NO other job you can do” (a bit harsh…perhaps, but at least I can make her laugh now after all the years of tears in the darkest days! see https://writeintothelightbook.wordpress.com/) , so I just stick to writing and sharing.

        Have a great day, Vivienne

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