Well, let's see….

If I've calculated the posting dates correctly, then you're reading this on my birthday! And I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm 56.

I have to admit, though, that I don't particularly like the idea of growing old. Our society puts such a premium on a trim figure, dewy wrinkle-free skin, and thick non-gray hair, I sort of feel like my stock is trading lower. God, on the other hand, keeps reminding me of what's beautiful to Him.

So this week I'm offering:

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O, Master Gardener,
Today, like most days,
I feel like a plain clay flowerpot.

I always wanted to be a porcelain vase—
Shapely, refined, beautiful.
But I never was.
I was a painted clay flowerpot
But a clay flowerpot I've always been

And now, Lord
This plain clay pot
Is showing little chips
And cracks.
And I realize that someday
Not too far
This plain clay pot
Will crack and split
Something, no longer a flowerpot

But in this moment
Make me your sturdy, faithful flowerpot
Filled with soft, receptive soil
And bearing Your life
Planted within me

That as unrelenting time
Demands its payment
From clay and porcelain alike
The beauty of Your life
Will grow and expand within me
Until all that is seen
Is the beautiful Rose of Sharon
The fragrant Lily of the Valley
Blooming in me

Master Gardener—
I will never be a delicate porcelain vase
Accept this plain clay flowerpot
I offer myself to You


marcia headshotAs a child, Marcia Gunnett Woodard was an avid reader, often disappearing into a book for days at a time. By her late teen years she realized that she wanted to be able to use words to weave a spell that drew the reader into the story, like her favorite authors did. Since then, she has enjoyed trying her hand at a variety of writing forms, including fiction, poetry, and theatre scripts.

Although she still lives less than 100 miles from her birthplace, she has traveled internationally and has shared her thoughts with groups as near as a local university and as far away as Vladimir, Russia.

When she isn't writing, she enjoys camping, traveling, sewing, playing word games, and surrounding herself with family (her husband and their children and grandchildren) and friends (both real and imaginary).

Marcia firmly believes in the power of story. Since learning that the words parable and parabola have the same origins, she considers her writing to be a catapult, using the parabolic arc of story to launch projectiles of truth into walled-off hearts and barricaded minds.

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