The little cracked cups

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There is a season, I was so broken and needed to express my broken heart, as I experienced a sad childhood, Abba is so good, He encourages and restores

Ecclesiastes 3:1 For every matter there is an appointed time, even a time for every pursuit under the heavens:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to uproot;

3 a time to slay, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away;

7 a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to be silent, and a time to speak;

8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for battle, and a time for peace.

A little cracked cup, that’s how I felt yesterday, fragile, vulnerable, aching and sore.  It was time to come off the shelf,  out of storage and leave the dark, damp garden shed.  Like a cracked cup stored away, I needed to come out and find my purpose again,  I had a time of  pouring out of the depth of the heart, the inner most being.  It was the right time.  All the stagnant stages of life were poured out and the beautiful pouring of His love of His everlasting Water of Life.

Psalm 119:130  The opening up of Your words gives light,  Giving understanding to the simple.

When I opened the door, the light flooded the shelves, they were dusty, layered with leaves,  scarred with ingrained scratches and rings of old pottery planters.  The tools were rusting, misplaced and bent.  In the corner were more little cups, and as they were being lifted one by one, they were trying to show how they could work and be of good use, not hidden away and unnoticed.  That was a little and a lot of how I could see myself.  Just left with no purpose.

A cracked cup, if cleaned washed and filled with fresh beautiful new earth soil, with nutrients, minerals and seed of beautiful flowers;  new life of pretty buds and foliage, it would have the most wonderful purpose!

Everything was quiet, I had shared so much;  I felt so at peace afterwards. My beloved asked me if I would like to do some planting in my favourite old cracked cups.  I was instantly inspired to bring new life into a post water distressed land.  I had been used to no watering, therefore no pretty flowers of wonderful colours.  So we began a project of starting a little garden of fragile cups that would bring absolute joy to the soul.

This morning we had a soft falling of rain, leaving everything shimmering and shinning on everything I saw.  It refreshed the whole garden.  Rain is not only a blessing, but truly is when it is out of season. It is welcomed with so much thankfulness!  Praised and blessed be the Name Yeshua Jesus our Messiah.

Even cracked vessels are useful as they can drop water everywhere they go and leave the unsuspecting seed to be given a chance to grow.

If your garden shed holds many scars, if it is damp and mouldy, covered with years of dust and traced with garden history, Yeshua our Messiah, Blessed be His Name, arose from the grave and He stood as a gardener when Miryam was weeping and searching for Him.

John 20:11 But Miryam was standing outside by the tomb weeping. Then as she wept, she stooped down to the tomb,

12 and saw two messengers in white sitting, one at the head and the other at the feet, where the body of Yeshua had been laid.

13 and they said to her, “Woman, why do you weep?” She said to them, “Because they took away my Master, and I do not know where they laid Him.”

14 And having said this, she turned around and saw Yeshua standing, but she did not know that it was Yeshua.

15 Yeshua said to her, “Woman why do you weep? Whom do you seek?” Thinking that He was the gardener, she said to Him, “Master, if You have carried Him away, say to me where You put Him, and I shall take Him away.”

16 Yeshua said to her, “Miryam!” She turned and said to Him, “Rabboni!” (which means teacher)

Are you searching for the Blessed gardener, you can have a relationship with the risen Yeshua.  He will wash you clean, it doesn’t matter if you are cracked, broken and full of years of dust.  He will forgive you as you repent of your sin, take up your cross, and follow Him.  You have a perfect opportunity while you read this, to turn from your ways and take His ways, His commands, His love and favour mercy and loving-kindness, which are new every morning.

I pray that you have been blessed and find healing in His awesome love.

 

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photos:  our little garden last evening and this early morning

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photo:   the plants after weeks !