mandag 11. april 2011
The Cracked pot
of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of a long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection,
and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the
woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because the crack in my side causes
water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on
your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?"
"That is because I have always known about your flaw, so I
planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day
while we walk back, you water them."
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table."
"Without you beeing just the way you are, there would not be
this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots.
But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace
His Fathers table.
In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste.
Don't be afraid of your flaws.
Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty.
Know that in our weakness, He is strong.