BROKEN VESSELS

BROKEN VESSELS
There was a time in my life around eight years old when I began to break, though I didn’t know it then.
An uncle would visit my dad, and every time i sighted him, I would run and hide. He did things that were not right. He touched me in inappropriate ways, little by little, fear settled in.
Fear of men. Fear of voices. Fear of rooms.
I carried it. I didn’t even know how much it shaped me.

Truth is, many of us are broken vessels.
Life has chipped at us.
Words, silence, betrayal, abuse, abandonment…
Sometimes it’s not the loud trauma, but the silent ones that bend us the most.
And we learn to live broken.

But thank God for Jesus
The One who “binds up the brokenhearted” (Isaiah 61:1).
He doesn’t throw broken vessels away.
He fills them. He heals them. He uses them.

“We have this treasure in jars of clay…” (2 Corinthians 4:7)
Even with our cracks, His love shines through.
His perfect love casts out fear. His Spirit gives us boldness to speak, live, and love again.

You may not have chosen what happened to you,
But you can choose to receive His love—
And let Him pour healing into every broken place.

You are still useful.
You are still seen.
You are still loved.

Even broken vessels carry glory.