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It matters not

It matters little who I am. Each one of us has a story to tell, a life filled with love, loss, heartache, joy & laughter.  I am just a busted up pitcher.  Yes, the image that came to your mind - whether one you pour iced tea from, the one with the chip on the lip so it spills as much down the outside of your glass as gets in. Or the little creamer pitcher your gramma had in her hutch, the one with the broken handle that has glue globbed on it's listing side.  Or the one that you pour oil with, the one with the faint crack you overlook because you never think to replace it while you are shopping.  Oh, or maybe it's the purple plastic juice jug that hit the heating coil in the dishwasher... melted a hole an inch from the top but you never fill it that full anyway.

No matter what image came to your mind, that's me.  The true value of a pitcher is not it's appearance or even its purpose but it's what the pitcher holds that is precious.  The sole purpose of the pitcher is to bring forth, pour out its precious contents bringing nourishment & refreshment to the soul.
I know my value because I know Who resides in me.  I know His truth & His faithfulness. His Grace saved me, saves me daily, hourly.  His Mercy is a banner over me & mine. He has filled me with His Holy Spirit & His Word and there are no greater, no more priceless treasures a pitcher can hold.  Why a Holy, Loving, Redeeming God would choose to pour Himself into this vessel is far beyond my ability to understand, but it makes me no less grateful.  I am His & He uses the brokenness of my life to bring healing to others and so it matters not who I am, but rather WHOSE I am.

 My fervent prayer is that His light shines so brightly through my brokenness  that you would not even see me but that you would only know that you have been in His presence and that you would not leave unchanged.
This new journey began when God handed me a pen, as a paint brush, to express what pours into and out of my life.  Tonight He spoke into my life that I am an artist. What? I never saw that coming! I have often said that I have been given the gift of "appreciation." I love art in all forms so I was thrilled & humbled in the same moment. Then I thought of watercolor.  I love watercolor & have even attempted a piece. I guess He's been stirring this in me for awhile, even if  I misunderstood the vision. LOL!  When I consider what God has asked me to do with words, watercolor does seem to capture it.  From a distance translucent beauty, but upon closer inspection it is raw, unpolished, unstructured, unrefined (that's definitely more like me.) There is a movement within the painting that has a life of its own, often contrary to the overall vision of the Master Artist.  Truth be told, it is those very qualities that I find beautiful in watercolor. Somehow, it seems more authentic. So, there you have it, a dream birthed, purposed and empowered by an Awesome God and it is my simple obedience that He desires. Capturing life, His goodness - painting with words...

If you are still reading, you thirst and I'm happy to share what's been given.  So cup your hands and prepare to receive whatever He he chooses to pour through my life and into yours...  
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  1. UnknownMay 26, 2013 at 9:40 PM

    The blog looks awesome! I'm excited to see what God does through it! :) Im proud to be your daughter. And i love you!

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  2. MichelleMay 28, 2013 at 5:58 PM

    Your blog is going to speak volumes - just as your life does. I love you, my sweet sister. Speak loudly!

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