Broken Pieces

Inspiration always comes during long walks surrounded by nature. My husband recently gifted me a new shotgun designed for individuals with petite frames.  On this day, my walk brought me past our go to spot for shooting clay targets. Bright orange fragments lay scattered, weathered, and fading back into the earth.

At first glance, those broken pieces looked like nothing more than trash. But the Spirit nudged my heart: ‘Aren’t we often like this?’ Life, sin, and circumstances break us. We feel shattered, useless and tossed aside like those fragments.

And yet, God’s Word reminds us of a greater truth:

“But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are our potter; we are all the work of Your hand.” Isaiah 64:8

Clay in the hands of the Potter is never wasted. Even in brokenness, He can gather every fragment and reshape it into something new. The pieces that look forgotten to us are precious to Him. Just as a potter wets and reworks the clay, God uses His living water to soften our hardened edges, molding us into vessels for His glory.

So next time you see those broken targets in the field, remember this: our Father does not leave us scattered. Where the world sees debris, He sees raw material for redemption.

Father, thank You for being the Potter of my life. When I feel like a broken piece left behind, remind me that You gather me up, reshape me, and call me Your own. Help me trust the work of Your hands.