Breakfast Delights on Pottery from Platte

Molly's Manor hostess made this delightful breakfast for us complete with perfectly crisped bacon, two sausages apiece, and folded eggs (ones from the dozen we brought her from our hens) on a bed of greens and decorated with green onion and cherry tomato halves!

Donna really knows how to make breakfast appealing! Had we had bigger stomachs, we could have eaten yogurt, more fruit, and drunk orange juice to our hearts' content. 

I had to laugh at this plaque on the wall: "Calories: tiny creatures that live in your closet and sew your clothes a little bit tighter every night."

We ate our food on pottery dishes made in this home's "back yard," so to speak, right there in the vicinity of Platte. The plates and bowls looked like they'd had chocolate ice cream swirled in them!

We admired the whole cabinet full of that same pottery. 

In 1973, a man by the name of Emil Cahoy found clay on his land and thought maybe he could make pottery out of it. He was 67 years of age at the time. After several attempts, he perfected his "recipe" and continued to make the dishes under the name of Cahoy Pottery. Twenty years later, in 1993, he decided to sell, and Gary and Dawn Johnson purchased the business and continued to make pottery under the name of Clay Creations, using the clay from Mr. Cahoy's farm. 

I found a clay bell hiding back among the gravy boats. 

The brown color is the from the clay, with variance in color coming from different temperatures used while firing. Clay is fired typically at 2100 degrees. No two pieces are ever the same. 

Clay Creations is no longer in business, but these pieces of pottery fascinated me, especially as I remembered what God's Word says about God our Potter, and us His clay. 

I think of Jeremiah who said, "Then the word of the Lord came to me: 'O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter does?' declares the Lord. 'Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel."  Jeremiah 18:1-6

The Heavenly Potter makes no two vessels alike. No vase or pitcher or bowl was alike. 

There were candlesticks, a shaped turkey, even a clay rendition of the Last Supper!

Some more important, some less, but all made with the skilled and purposeful hands of Emil, the potter. 

In these difficult days for Jonathan and me, we may be tempted to wonder why the Potter is doing with us what He is doing. We feel "marred in the hands of the Potter," and yet He is still working on us, using us.

Oh Heavenly Potter, do with us what You will, only may our lives bring honor and glory to You!