treasures in clay: lilli

treasures in clay- lilli copyGod sprinkles wonderful humans in my life, so I created a blog series to display them. Treasures in Clay comes from 2 Corinthians 4:7 which says we are clay jars holding precious treasures. In this series, I’ll share with you the treasures I’ve found in the people I’ve met. I hope each story will inspire and remind you that your worth truly comes from the inside.
“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.”2 Corinthians 4:7 

From the sporadic bursts of laughter and the hours we spent in the stools by the window, people in Bachelor Farmer Cafe probably thought Lilli and I were best friends.

Ironically though, this was the first time we had met in person.

Let’s just say Instagram is a beautiful, beautiful thing. A comment turned into a follow and a follow turned into a, “Hey fun idea, wanna be real-life friends instead of just insta-friends?” And so after many bear hugs and repetitive No way! Me too’s, we did indeed become real-life friends.

Lilli has an incredibly comforting and warm spirit about her. She is one of those people who makes you feel like you could kick off your shoes, lean back, and simply rest in her presence for a little while.

But I couldn’t do that yet. I didn’t have six dollars for parking, so I had to leave my long lost twin sister at the coffee shop and run two blocks to an ATM in a little convenience store. On the way back, a train suddenly rushed along side me so now I was basically racing it. I didn’t win, but I did find the parking guy. I gave him my precious six dollars and he shoved it in a bag with other crumpled dollar bills. I’m still sceptical on whether or not he was actually a parking guy.

I mention this because when the cool air of the cafe finally hit my sweaty face and I collapsed on the bar stool, I noticed Lilli’s perfectly ringed latte just sitting there. She hadn’t even taken one sip. She waited through that entire disaster just to drink her latte with me.

I ignored it and we talked until those coffees got cold, which is saying something because I never let my coffee get cold. But mid-sip into my lukewarm latte, I realized that her untouched cup was a clue to Lilli’s treasure.


She radiates it. To Lilli, every moment is a chance to practice patience—whether it’s waiting to drink a latte or waiting for the right relationship. She explained to me that she even had a ‘boyfast‘ during March. She decided to dump dating for a whole month and used that time to fall in love with Jesus instead. In Lilli’s words, God’s got my heart on lockdown. But I know a heart doesn’t get there overnight. It takes persistent prayer, weeks of waiting, and a very patient heart.

But being patient doesn’t mean that you’re always content with it. Lilli gets frustrated, screws up, and loses sight of the bigger picture just like any human being would. But instead of giving up, she gives herself grace and goes to God in prayer. From what she’s told me, her bedroom floor is no stranger to her knees hitting them every now and then.

Lilli has inspired me to practice patience in the little things. She showed me that waiting for God in the tiniest moments will help us to wait during the really important ones. And it can all start with something as simple as an untouched latte.

I’ve only known Lilli for 2 hours, but it feels like 2 years. After we hugged goodbye and went our separate ways, Lilli shouted, “Molly, you’re so cute! God did a good job on you!” I couldn’t help but chuckle and shake my head because I was thinking the same thing about her. Lilli, God did a good job on you and you don’t even have to wait to figure out why.


Meet Lilli for yourself!

Follow her bomb Instagram.

A Nomad Among Natives (her lovely blog).


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