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Double Portion

The past few weeks have been very exciting around our house. Once back from an overseas trip, I noticed there was a bird that had set up shop in a plant on our balcony. I leaned in to get a closer look and noticed that it looked like a Dove, but either we were having a staring contest, or he/she was not alive.

Not thinking much of it, I tossed a few pairs of shoes out on the balcony to dry, scaring the bird out of the staring contest as she flew away, and to my horror, I watched the lone egg she’d been protecting tumble off our balcony to the one below. I was beside myself. I knew this was part of nature, but I felt terribly guilty, that if I hadn’t been so careless, that one egg would have developed into a baby bird.

Fast forward a few days, I had a medical procedure done and was home for about a week and a half to recover. I found myself with lots of time to dig into the Word of God and lots of time watching the dove, who I named Debbie (after Deborah in the Bible), who trusted us enough to set up her nest in our plant a second time. (Make note of that.)

In my studies over that week and a half I kept hearing the words “double portion”. I felt as though God was reminding me that he’d repay what has been lost and stolen in my life, two fold. A few days after my surgery, my husband pointed out that there were now two eggs where Debbie was usually sitting! Double portion!

A few weeks later, the two eggs hatched. One bird was strong and determined, the other smaller and weaker. I so enjoyed peeking outside to watch Debbie feeding and keeping her babies warm. I had regained Debbie’s trust, moving very slowly if I had to go outside.

Earlier today I went outside and set some artwork down gently to dry on the balcony. I hadn’t seen the baby birds in a few days, as I’d been gone or engrossed in work. As I moved carefully, Debbie flew about a foot away, keeping close eye on her nest. I noticed that only one baby bird was there, and saw the general shape of a lifeless baby bird on the balcony below.

That is not what I had in mind for “double portion,” but I know that God is still good and that sometimes nature is violent. God is restoring all of creation along with humanity. I trust that. I trust God. He gave His life so that we can live. I trust that He has and will continue to repay what has been lost, stolen, or broken with His greatest double portion.


Instead of your shame you will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace you will rejoice in your inheritance. And so you will inherit a double portion in your land, and everlasting joy will be yours. Isaiah 61:7

Trust in the LORD with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:5, NLT

This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun! 2 Corinthians 5:17


Potter’s clay

“…I will refine them like silver and test them like gold. They will call on my name and I will answer them; I will say, ‘They are my people,’ and they will say, ‘The Lord is our God.’” Zechariah 13:9
I am kneeling on the floor, my elbows propped on my bed. I have just given my life to Jesus and asked him into my heart, and now sit for the first time at the potter’s wheel:
I am not the Potter and don’t claim to be, but I am sitting in the lap of Jesus, his arms reach around me to show me how to handle the wheel. Together we are starting to mold the clay of my life. I drop the clay down onto the wheel, slowly adding water to make it soft enough to center and mold. God presses the pedal with his foot, speeding up the wheel. I trust Him fully. I hold my hands firmly against the wheel, cupping the clay in my hands.
I don’t yet know that my clay will take various shapes and forms. I don’t yet know that a few times I will walk away and get distracted by idols until I realize my clay is drying up completely. I do know that with a little water (the word, the voice of the Lord, worship, prayer) my clay will come back to life again.
Sometimes my clay loses its shape altogether; a lumpy or flat mess with imperfections, air bubbles, or pieces of dry clay strewn throughout. Again, with a little cleansing from the Lord, my clay soon grows taller and smoother, taking great shape.
My hands are stained from the constant work with the clay, and my eyes are weary from the late nights in the art studio. My artwork (hardly a masterpiece) has finally reached a desirable shape in the Lord’s eyes. My clay is now a lovely jar- an alabaster jar. He says to me, “My daughter, it is time.” And into the kiln it goes.
Now that my alabaster jar has been fired in the kiln, it no longer smells like smoke. It did not burn, it did not explode. It was able to withstand the heat, because the Master and Creator of the Universe was the one who helped me form it. (Daniel 3:27)
I offer my jar to The Lord. He looks at me, then looks down at it, seemingly telling me that there are things I don’t yet know about my own jar. So I run my fingers over it, but recognize the grooves, the chips, and the spots that are worn down. I swirl it around and am surprised to hear liquid inside. When I thought I was empty, God filled me up with the fountain of eternal life. (John 4:14). God tells me that there is still more to the jar, and I lower my nose to the opening. Inside is the most luscious and pure perfume I have ever smelled. It is not a smell of Roses or lilacs, but it is the sweet fragrance of flowers of which only God knows the names.
I tap it firmly but gently against the ground to crack and break it until the liquid pours out. I then proceed to wipe Jesus’ tender feet with the sweet perfume inside. These are the feet that pressed the Potter’s wheel faster and slower, forward and backward. These are the feet that he told me to trust and to follow. These are the feet that carried me through the fire when I could not rely on my own strength, (Philippians 4:13). These are the feet that walked a bloodied and beaten body carrying a wooden cross up a hill- a cross with my name on it, my sins on it, my heartache on it. These are the feet that were pierced with nails to that same cross. These are the feet that walked out of the tomb three days later, and will never return to the grave. (Romans 6:9).
I take my small sacrifice, my most prized possession -my alabaster jar, my life- and I break it at the foot of the cross to bathe the feet of The Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus is The one who knows all I’ve done wrong, who died for me, who forgives me, and who loves me still. I do not deserve to wipe his feet, but he is proud of my jar- imperfections and all. He is also proud of the sweetest perfume held inside, and asks that I reserve some to share with others. That, my friends, is what I am doing.
With love and blessings,