Monday, May 11, 2015

"I'm a Cracked Pot" Gina Waite (picture courtesy of Mike Terry. Author of The Cracked Pot story, ~unknown)

Mother’s Day is such a lovely day! Mine was interlaced with sweet memories of a sweet Mother who tried her very best to do everything she could to make a fabulous life for her family! I’m not certain my Mother knew what a wonderful woman she was…because women can be their own worst critiques! Often times, instead of taking value in everything we tried to do right, we dwell and linger in the things we wish we did…better! 

I don’t know why we are so hard on ourselves because it’s our imperfections that make us perfectly suited for the individual’s God knows we can bless! It’s like the cracked pot story! Wait…are you saying you haven’t heard the cracked pot story? Well, as I know I’m a cracked pot, with imperfections very easy to see, I’d love to share the story and message with you! It’s a story for anyone who’s not quite perfect! It all starts with a perfectly perfect water pot…and a cracked one, who doesn't see the value in his imperfections:

“A water bearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end 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 walk from the stream to the mistress's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to her master's house.
The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream:
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your mistress's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in her compassion she said, "As we return to the mistress's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt badly because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my mistress's table. Without you being just the way you are, she would not have this beauty to grace her house."

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. We've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them! ...AND...there's a lot of good out there!”

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