Cracked Pot (it’s not about the outside)

This afternoon I grabbed a composition book off the coffee table. When I sat down I found that it was the graph paper one in which I sketch my ideas for a new kitchen. As I started to write anyway {because the idea struck}, I found myself thinking on these lines.

The squares on the page march on across. Stick straight. Up, down. Right, left. They cover the page. They remind me of cookie-cutter people; each one predictable within the confines of the lines. The ones who fit in with society’s expectations, the ones who look like and behave like everyone else. I don’t fit. I never could color inside the lines.

I stick out like a sore thumb.

Well, ok, not really- I conform on the outside, to my chagrin. I wear acceptable clothes and my hair is its own color. But, I am not a cookie cutter – on the inside. If I did not care whether I stood out or not, I’d be wearing steam punk black and red; and my hair would be stark black with a black cherry rinse on it. {Why, yes, yes I have thought about what it would mean to take personal external expression to the extreme and embarrass my grandchildren at the same time.} What people do not see on casual observation or quick glance is the me that I am. The invisible me.

Truth is, I want to be loud, outrageous and draw attention all right- to The One who lives within. Not to myself; but to Him, THE ONE. The Author, Creator, The One who holds it all together by a Word. Who takes me as I am. Because I took Him at His Word; because He is The Word.

I am a broken vessel, a cracked pot. I am one whose contents dribble out of those cracks. I am one whose cracks reveal Him and what He has done for me on The Cross. You see, I carry around The Living Water and though I may not stand out, it’s not because I don’t want to, it’s because I want Him to be seen. Not me.

I am what He designed me to be and it’s just fine with me that I look like one of the crowd on first glance; but He knows better. I am His and I am loved. He calls me by my name.

 The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.  John 10:2-3

 I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20

 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. 2 Corinthians 4:7-11


Five Minute Friday: Write

Haven’t done this in a while- but today’s prompt for Five Minute Friday from Lisa-Jo Baker, was the impetus I needed.

WRITE she said.


So I click on the big blue W and open a doc and I write. To write is to live through written expression of one’s thoughts, emotions and beliefs. For some of us it is almost the breath of life itself. We are compelled to string these letters together to attempt to make some sort of sense to others who read. 

 John opens his Gospel with an introduction to THE WORD.  The Word was there in the beginning when it all started, this great big story that is bigger than life, stranger than fiction, full of guts and glory, love and betrayal, death and new life. It is our story, the one we are grafted into. 

Where our stranger than fiction lives begin to make sense to us. When we connect to The Word. What makes that connection is all those letters strung across time and space that make sense together. How? You say- It’s all about the Who- The Word made flesh, taken out of time and space to walk in this place with us one step and one word at a time. 

And we speak through these words on the page strung together to offer you a Lifeline to be connected to THE WORD as we are. 


We write. 


“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. There was a man sent from God whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God- children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” John 1:1-14


As Fall gives way

It’s been quite a bit quiet around here recently. Family life has been occupying most of my time. I’m writing today to say that I think, I hope, I’m back. I’ve been working on some changes on this site as well and maybe just maybe it will look better. I’m also working on developing a newsletter; a challenge at best. 

Autumn is here and the colors are splendid….


and one leaf demands our attention…


Christmas is coming-what are you doing to brush away what’s left of autumn to prepare to celebrate?

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people” Luke 2:10