Random Thoughts of a Patched-Up Princess at Cracked Pot Acres

In the innermost parts I desire truth. I can not exist without truth; about myself, circumstances, relationships, my children, - just about everything. Is it because I am so virtuous that my longing is the essence of purity and truth? Hardly! When push comes to shove it is because I simply cannot live any other way. My experience has shown me that in myself dwells no good thing! I have flawed logic, flawed motives and a flawed character without the leaning of my entire personality upon Jesus Christ. It is because although I am God's daughter and a new creation in Christ, I walk with a limp. Like Jacob of old that wrestled until morning with the Angel of the Lord and his thigh was touched, so I, too, walk with a limp. I am not merely a daughter of God, I am a patched-up princess. My patches remind me that I am not unlike Jacob in his scheming or Peter in impetuous folly where he so easily bowed to fear and denied Jesus.

On the other hand...

I hold this incomparable treasure in an earthen vessel, a clay pot. Earthenware that has been broken to allow the aroma of the sweet perfume of God to waft to a world around me. I am a cracked pot dwelling amidst a people who are cracked pots as well. So, I gave myself the name of The Patched-Up Princess at Cracked Pot Acres to remind me of who I am in Christ and who I am not.