Promise Keepers

I'm a pretty ordinary girl. I've lived in the country my whole life, outside of a very small town. I go to church and have picnics in the field. I go swimming and do laundry. I text and take my dog for walks. I sing and cry and laugh and watch the sunset and count stars.
Jesus was an ordinary Man... on the outside. Nobody could see that He was God. They saw the callouses from His carpentry tools but they didn't know that those hands also held together the universe. They saw His eyes look at Jerusalem and weep but they didn't know that He wept for them. They heard His voice teaching them and singing with them but they didn't know that voice also bound the ocean to its place and called the dry land into existence. And they couldn't see His heart beating in rhythm with God's.
He has made us like Him... ordinary, temporal shell with an extraordinary, eternal soul. We were made for eternity but now, for just a little while, we live in the confines of time. Within this time we call our life, we have a task, just as He did when He put on Time.
He came to heal broken hearts and release captives. To remove the barrier that kept us from returning to our home when our Time was completed. The promise that was made to the first man and woman, that someday the Seed would crush the serpent, came to pass. The promise that God made to Abraham that through him all the nations of the world would be blessed, was fulfilled. The whole of the Law and the Prophets was completed in Him.
So we are His promise to the World. What was promised by The Spirit through the Prophets has come to pass. The Messiah has come. And what is promised to the World, through us, will also come to pass. He will come again. He will restore righteousness and peace. He will cast out Darkness forever. He will wipe away all tears. He will kill Death. And we will forever be in the Light of His Presence.
We are sons and daughters of the Promise just as Isaac, Moses, and Joshua the High Priest were. They were reminders to their generations that God is still faithful and still remembers His promises. We are reminders to our generation that God is still God and He keeps His word.

Glory in a Clay Jar

Sometimes when you see clay pottery its been painted with brilliant colors and elaborate patterns. Others are plain and their beauty lies in their simplicity. But either way, the pottery in and of itself has no glory. They glory, or shame, lies in what is put inside the pottery. "God formed man out of the dust of the ground..." In our essence we are clay pots. We are formed on purpose for a purpose. We are all different, unique, special. My clay pot may be taller than yours. His clay pot may be stronger than mine. She may have many more beautiful colors on her's. But what's inside my pot? What's inside of me? Honor or dishonor? Glory or shame? Light or darkness?

Let me tell you what's inside of the clay jar called Tori.

Honor. "Because he has set his love on Me... I will...honor him."

Glory. "...this mystery among the Gentiles, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory..."

Light. "...your whole body is full of light as when the bright shining of a lamp gives you light.”

And just how do I know all this?

Because I am His. I am nothing but clay filled with the Glory that make all of heaven and earth tremble.