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The Cracked Pot

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung at the end of the pole he carried across his shoulders. One of the pots had a crack in it, and 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 master'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 his masters house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of his accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of his own imperfections, feeling miserable it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived as 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 water bearer, "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half of my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work and you don't get the full value of your efforts," the pot said.
 
 
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.Indeed, as they walked up the hill, the cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail it still felt bad because it had leaked out half of its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. 

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice there are 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 master's table. Without you, being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Author Unknown

In God's economy, nothing is ever wasted.....just something

to think about....