I cried out to Him…
“Have mercy master, give me a second chance”
but
He said to me “I have no need for you anymore, you are broken! Any content in you spills out even for the dogs to lick”

I was made a vessel, a vessel of gold, a vessel unto honour! The finest amongst all, I was used by the master molded with the finest gold, made with loving hands of the potter, solid, strong, perfect, beautiful and useful.
Along the line something changed in me, I became proud!
Wasn’t I the best?
I mean a vessel of gold, unto honour, used to make exploits, of course! I was the best amongst bests. In fact the best the potter had ever made! I allowed pride to eat me up starting with a little crack in my “supposed” solid nature and it deepened, finally breaking me and rendering me useless
The master saw no need for me, so he decided to throw me out. Seeing my mistakes I cried out!

Shhh….

My master said to me…
“I’ll send you back to the potter to break you, crush you, melt you and remould you”

What a wonder! “Thank you Father” I cried out!

“Thank you Master, but even as I am remoulded, help me to bear the pain”

“My grace is made sufficient for you. For I am strong in your weakness”

by
Odimbu Promise