Refashioned Clay

“He has fashioned us to be conformed to the image of His Son.”

Romans 8:29

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On Easter weekend, my husband called me to the garage. He mistakingly backed our sixteen-year-old’s jeep into a clay pot, shattering pieces on the driveway. The retrieved, large clay pot pieces sat stacked oddly and raggedly, but beautifully that Easter weekend. To me, they were art. And a statement of life. 

I had pondered the name Fashioned Clay for weeks, but upon seeing that stack, I realized, the Potter doesn’t just fashion me, but refashions me time and time and time again. My life is one, complicated refashioning process. I bring Him broken pieces. Jagged, large pieces. Small, frail fragment chards. And He uses the pieces to bring me into greater beauty and humility, into a greater love story, more into His image, one with Him, a lifelong process. 

“We, with unveiled faces-are being transformed into HIs image with intensifying glory, which comes from the Lord.” 2 Corinthians 3:18

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At the intensive care bedside of my mother-in-law, who was also my friend, I answered the call of her heart and told her I would write. She laid in that bed on a ventilator, unresponsive and headed for heaven. And I saw the length of life sapped up. And I saw the gift of responsiveness fade into the eternal conversation. She had always petitioned me to write and as I held her hand one last time, I saw, it was time.