Once I was shattered and the pieces were scattered on the ground. I was empty and nothing but a shell. Then a potter found me and picked up the pieces. One by one he put them back together. He handled each piece with love and care until I was whole again. Then he put me in the fire and I was purified of my imperfections. When I came out of the trial, I was made a work of art. Though a simple clay jar, I was perfect and empty, ready to be filled with the perfect spirit of God.