Vessels

“At least I’m not fat and spotted like you!” fumed the crystal vase as she sparkled wildly under the track lighting. She leaned over and stuck out her tongue.
“Shut your mouth!” snapped the wooden mixing bowl with a huff and a furrowed brow, three tables down.

English: Meissen_hard_porcelain_vase_1735“Now, now, children, that’s enough,” interrupted the blue and burgundy porcelain vase towering above them all in the very center of the gallery. “You both know better, he reminded the youngsters. “We don’t compare ourselves.”

“Well, she called me fat,” whined the mixing bowl juggling insecurity and insult.
“And he called me stuck up,” blurted the crystal with a smirk of revenge.
“Enough now,” he ordered.” The guests will be arriving shortly,” the senior vessel advised. Two well-dressed young couples, one sipping their coffee in paper cups, approached the front of the gallery forming the line outside the glass doors.
“Yeah, and these people are loaded!” interrupted the silver pitcher boasting from the back table.
“You would say something like that,” remarked the multi-colored jug resentfully, rolling his eyes at the pitcher as he stood boldly sporting mosaics under the spotlight on the display shelf in the front window.

The wise elder cleared his throat loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “Let- me–ask- a -question,” he announced seriously. He paused as they quieted to full attention. “Did-you- make-yourselves?” he posed strictly to the bickering youth lowering the tension among them. He made eye contact with each of them.

They sat in silent conviction. The crystal vase dropped her head.

"Porcelain bowl, teapot, and vase" -...“We were each fashioned perfectly and intentionally by our Maker,” the older vase spoke slowly with confident wisdom. “And who are we -to argue- with Him?” he continued, his words echoing heavily throughout the gallery. The silence was palpable.

“But why are we all so different?” asked naively the curious mixing bowl, breaking the silence. “She’s so fancy,” he continued, glancing enviously with a frown at the expensive crystal vase.
“He made some vessels fancy and others plain,” the elder explained, “See?” extending his handles in either direction gesturing to the wide selection of vessels on display.
“What do you mean?” the wooden bowl inquired seeking deeper understanding.
“Well, the fancy ones are more fragile and used on occasion or for display,” the large vase explained eyeing the crystal, “while the plain ones are sturdy and practical for daily use.” He looked down directly at the inquirer as he finished his sentence. The wooden bowl dropped his chin slightly and his eyes softened as he eyed the elder, reflecting on the flattering adjectives.
“I think I understand,” replied the bowl. The mosaic jug nodded reflectively from a distance.
“The Creator has excellent reasons for making you just the way He did,” explained the elder, “And He made no mistakes.”

“So I’m not stuck up?” asked the crystal inquisitively. The silver dish listened intently from across the room.
“That depends on your heart, my darling,” the large vase answered tilting his head slightly to the side and looking into her eyes. “When your heart becomes thankful for the way He made you, your life will change,” he explained. “You will become content,” he added. She pondered his wisdom.
“How do I become thankful?” she soon queried.
“Ask your Maker to give you a thankful heart,” the elder answered with a gentle smile, his eyes glowing with gratitude.
The crystal vase sat digesting his words for a few moments. She finally glanced apologetically at the wooden bowl.

“I think I will,” she concluded with sincerity as the security guard appeared reaching for his keys to unlock the front door.

Romans 9:20-21
But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?’” 21 Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and some for common use?

Isaiah 64:8
Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand

2 Corinthians 10:12
We do not dare to classify or compare ourselves with some who commend themselves. When they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are not wise.

1 Thessalonians 5:18
give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus

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About ashleydwille

Author Ashley D. Wille was always searching for spiritual answers. “True and lasting satisfaction always proved just out of reach. Now, in midlife, I have come to find my soul satiated in God. Through sweet surprises, difficult climbs, and excruciating valleys, the Master’s hand has shaped me. All along the way, God has taught me many things. What He has taught me most is that many of my beliefs about Him were wrong.” Her book, My Journey Through the Cross, is a personal insight shared by an amazing woman. Through her profound experiences and inner struggles, Wille shows how she was able to break through false layers of thinking and move into a deeper relationship with God. Her beautiful journey is just waiting to be shared. If you are ready to live your life free of guilt and shame, you too can learn how to walk in spiritual freedom.
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