i am a fragile clay jar
I was talking to someone the other day about how I will be teaching a class at church for the 4th & 5th graders once school starts back.
Her response to me was… “You have just the right amount of cool for that.”
Me…. Cool? I must be a good actress.
I have never thought of myself as cool. I wanted others to perceive me in that way, so I put on the front.
But cool would never be a word I would use to describe myself. Or would it be a word I would think other people would use to describe me.
All of this going on in my head, minutes after she told me this.
Only for me to realize how caught up in MYSELF I was at that moment.
That all changed when I taught my first lesson the following Sunday.
When I first walked in, it was just fun time.
We laughed and talked about what all 4th & 5th graders want to talk about…their animals.
I started the lesson on forgiveness.
As I stood there talking about this concept of forgivness,
I looked out & saw all these big, sweet, innocent eyes looking up at me.
Not just staring at me waiting for me to shutup
But listening. Soaking in every word that came out of my mouth.
Not only just listening but hands began to rise with questions.
Asking how they need to forgive.
At that moment, it all changed.
This.is.not.about.me.
This is about these sweet children staring up at me.
This is about their souls.
Their lives.
This is about showing these children the grace of the living God.
This is about me pouring all of myself into them.
Emptying myself for Christ’s namesake.
I am His vessel to be poured out.
I am His instrument in fulfilling the kingdomofHeaven.
What a gift.
We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. 2 Corinthians 4:7
