I am a jar of clay,
fragile, flawed,
dust, currently
moulded,
useful in some ways,
but dust,
the wonder is that
you place
your glory in me,
and bid me bear it
in all of my frailty, but
I am dust,
I cannot take this weight,
hold this light,
receive this wonder….
yet the wonder is that
I am held,
the weight is not mine to bear,
I simply receive it,
frail dust,
glory filled dust,
the treasure fills
and overspills
this jar of clay,
and I am overwhelmed
by glory…
dust and glory
meld to one.
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About Sally C
How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons).
I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway.
I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off!
I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
Eternal footsteps 