“The Potter Still Holds The Pieces”                                                  

“I am the Potter; You are the Clay” Isaiah 64:8

There are moments in life when everything shatters—our expectations, our relationships, our hearts. Whether through betrayal, emotional abuse, divorce, or the quiet ache of rejection, many of us have found ourselves staring at the fragments of what once was, wondering how it all fell apart. But here’s the truth that breathes hope into broken places: even in the crushing, the Potter still holds the pieces. He never left the wheel. He never dropped the clay. In His hands, nothing is wasted.

In Jeremiah 18:4, we read, “But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.” Notice the detail: the clay was damaged in the Potter’s hands. That means your breaking didn’t happen apart from God’s awareness—it happened under His care. And though you were marred, you were never discarded. He’s still shaping you, still molding the brokenness into beauty.

Think of it like this: when people throw dirt on your name—through gossip, betrayal, sabotage—they think they’re burying you. But in the hands of God, that dirt becomes fertilizer. It nourishes the buried seed within you. What looks like the end is actually the beginning of germination. Your hope, your faith, your calling—it all starts to grow in the soil of adversity. Isaiah 61:3 reminds us that God gives us “beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” What others thought would bury you, God uses to birth something greater.

Psalm 147:3 declares, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” This is not just a poetic promise—it’s a spiritual reality. The same hands that formed you are faithful to restore you. While others walked away when you cracked, the Potter leaned in. He gathered the shattered pieces and began again—not to replicate the past, but to create something stronger, more radiant, more rooted in Him.

So if you’re still feeling broken or overlooked, I want to tell you this: you are not forgotten. You are not beyond repair. The Potter still has the pieces, and He’s not finished with you yet. Every crack is an opportunity for His light to shine through. You are His workmanship, His masterpiece in progress (Ephesians 2:10), and your story—every jagged, painful, glorious part of it—is being rewritten for His glory.

Let’s pray:

Father God, thank You for being the Potter who never lets go of the clay. Even when life shatters around us, You lovingly gather every piece and begin the work of restoration. Help us to trust the process, even when it hurts. Remind us that nothing is wasted in Your hands—not the betrayal, not the tears, not the silence. We surrender every broken area of our lives to You, believing that You are crafting something beautiful. Heal what’s been crushed, restore what’s been lost, and use it all for Your glory. In Jesus’ name, Amen.