Though I am but a battered and broken cup, You Lord have filled me with Your most precious treasure. Even if my enemy or those of this world try to steal or spoil or even if I foolishly try to pollute or pour out wastefully, You ever fill me to full and overflowing. Why You have made such a lowly clay cup to contain such eternal treasure is the mind-blowing mystery of Your Glory. Only You can make dust and debris into diamonds. Praise be to You, Lord. #JesusCalling 2Cor4:7