Today for the first time in months,
I went pickin'.
Couldn't find a yard sale,
an estate sale,
or a flea market.
But I did find a great little shop
in a neighboring town called,
So many new things made to look old.
But I'm okay with that.
After all, isn't that who we all really are-
Old made NEW!
The handmade ladder is
I had a real one gotten out of a tobacco barn.
And almost cried when I sold it.
So I found this one today
and almost jumped up and down.
Sometimes I see a little of the old creep
I'm just glad God loves me enough
to not leave me like I am.
He is consistently making me new.
The jar says, "Perfect."
Got a few bubbles and some chipped glass.
But, it's beautiful.
Comforting to know that God loves cracked jars.
"This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord,
Go down to the potter's house and there I will give you my message.
So I went down to the Potter's house and I saw him working at the wheel
But the pot he was shaping form the clay was marred in his hands,
so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.
Then the Word of the Lord came to me,
O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does?
declares the Lord.
Like clay in the hand of the potter,
so are you in my hand."
The Old Made New,
Finding help among these stacked
books, The Message, NIV, NCV, and
mama's old Bible.
Here the written Word is never old,
always being made new.