Dear Potter,
We realize we have been jarrred by life, causing brokenness. Some of us feel like shards of china instead of the exquisite and intriguing vessels that we want to be. We want to be pots that, when poured, tipped, dropped, or spilled, issue forth streams of life. Please, You who rework clay to repair damage, mend us. In Jesus' restorative name, Amen. (Patsy Clairmont)
I'm sorry to say that this little tea pot was broken yesterday :-(
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