pottery & babies.

Saturdays are my day off. Some Saturdays are quiet & restful – spent at home reading, hammocking, & doing laundry. Other Saturdays are spent at the beach or the grocery store. This particular Saturday was different than the “norm” & little did I know – it was exactly what my heart needed.

Several of us ladies had signed up for a pottery class in Port Au Prince at The Apparent Project, & I couldn’t wait to try my hand at making bowls. (Spoiler alert: it’s way more difficult than it looks.) I was having flash backs to 7th grade art class & laughing at the memory of a “mug” that I made for my mom one time. Sorry about that – mom. Thanks for pretending it was the loveliest mug you’d ever seen. I also realized that I will not be changing my career over to be a potter anytime soon.

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It was a morning of laughter, friends, creating, & frozen coffee drinks. The best. I loved getting to spend time with these joyful artisans & friends creating bowls & painting coffee mugs.

My heart was already so full by mid day that I didn’t think there was room for more joy. Well, I was wrong. After lunch, we went to a nearby village to visit Jorshky, a precious baby boy who was born just three days before. Jorshky’s family are friends of ours, & his kind father works at the mission. Getting to snuggle with this precious baby & visit with his family? Be still my heart.

Also, the sweet mama was told during the entire pregnancy that she was pregnant with a girl. They bought pink everything…& surprise! Jorshky is a boy. A perfect little boy rockin’ pretty butterfly onesies like he runs the place.

As I sat there holding this little guy, I kept thinking about how sweet the Lord was to let me start the day with molding literal clay, & then end the day holding a tiny new born baby.

Psalm 139:13 & Isaiah 64:8 were whispers in my head & heart as I touched Jorshky’s baby hands & stared at his tiny fingernails.

  • For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13.
  • But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, & you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8

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A Saturday full of pottery & holding babies? I’ll take that everyday, please.