Lord, in the valley of broken pots, I am the crack-iest.  Leaky, drafty, unstable, ready to fall apart.  Yes, You know all about the crackpot that I am.

But I'm also an original. Perfect design By The Creator.  Left in pieces by the wreck of my life through sin.  Shaped back together into something cracked, yet beautiful and unique.  The intricate repairs indicating the detailed extent of Your love.  The crack lines as scars, often the remnants of deep wounds, weaving a wonderful tapestry of the soul.

You are the Master, the Potter, the Creator, the Redeemer, the Lover of my soul.  You repair, restore, remake for Your glory.  Amen.