I was perfectly created by you but someone found me
Someone found me, picked me up like a clay pot and smashed me to the ground causing all my pieces to be scatter and difficult to find.
I was everywhere getting stepped on, getting overlooked.
Some treasured my pieces, and hated them, and some used them to satisfy their own personal needs.
Although I was broken you still loved me, you searched for me piece by piece.
You knew where every piece had fallen, so you search long and searched hard. For some of pieces, you even fought.
With all the pieces in your hand, you put me together one by one. Some pieces were still shining while some pieces were severely damaged. The damaged pieces caused you great pain, they were no longer shining the way you made them.
At last you were done. Every piece exactly were it needed to be. You looked at me and cried, I was no longer your beautiful clay pot.
You cried so hard. You cried so long. As you cried, you saw my face. I was not happy being put together as a damaged piece of clay.
You knew what had to be done. You knew it will be painful. You knew it will be hard. You knew that for me to once again be who you created me to be, you had to break me again, but this time in a safe place.
You picked me up in your strong hands, I was afraid but I was calm; I knew you meant no harm.
You picked me up and threw me down but you didn't smash me like some had done before. Your smashed was like a gentle roll.
Once again you began to put me together. You replaced my damaged pieces with new ones; you made my shining pieces sparkle. At last I was done, created fearfully and wonderfully. An old creation made new again.
You cried long, you cried hard, I was again your perfect clay pot.
Since you know all things, you knew that I was still fragile, and it will be a matter of time before someone tried to smash me again because I am not what they desire. Perhaps my own insecurities would cause me to falter.
So you placed a seal on me. A seal so strong that it will keep me together for eternity.
You sealed me with the blood of Christ that is so powerful and so divine.
And then You let me go; to be the woman you created me to be. You are so confident in your seal that no matter how much I get stepped on, smashed on or trampled on, I will remain one piece.
And with a gentle voice you said, "Precious daughter, this seal is on you as long as you want it to be, guard it protected and let it shine for me."