Cracked Pots

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends 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 the long walks 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 this 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’s 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 being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’

girl with flowers

While we are in the midst of pain our flaws may prounouce themselves especially loudly. But, Because of Grace, God embraces us, flaws and all! He uses cracked pots like us! Because of Grace, it is the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives unique and exciting.

Have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path and love the cracked pots in your life, including yourself!

you by dr seuss

One Response

  1. when i was little, we lived in yokohama, japan. i remember seeing people carrying pots at the ends of poles through the crowded streets. these were ‘honey pots’ and carried human waste out to the gardens and rice fields. our maid yomika would occasionally bring some home grown vegetables to us. i remember carrots that were as long as your arm. the veggies were huge but mom was always hesitant to use them knowing what they used for fertilizer. :)

    hope your day is a good one…

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