A water bearer carried 2 pots from the river to her master’s house every day.
One pot was perfect, carried its load easily and without issue.
The second pot wore a crack.
By the time the water bearer got to her master’s home, the first pot would be filled to the brim with water, just as when she filled it at the river. The second pot, however, would only be half full, having leaked water the whole walk home.
This second pot was ashamed of its imperfection. It often wondered, “why not replace me?” One day it asked, humiliated and feeling ever so lacking.
The water bearer smiled kindly, lovingly. She said, “As we walk home, watch the flowers on the side of the path.”
The pot, in it’s misery watched the flowers along the side of the path, glumly resigned to a life of being worthless. I’m sure the cracked pot wondered why watching flowers could help anything. Along the way, it noticed there were only flowers on it’s side of the path. The pot carried on her other side, which leaked nothing and boasted perfection, had no flowers to watch go by on it’s side of the path.
When the water bearer arrived at the master’s home, she told the cracked pot, “You see, I knew you had a crack. I planted seeds on your side of the path and you watered them each day. I then pluck the flowers and beautify the master’s home with them each week.”
God loves us, cracks and all.
I love this story.
We all leak. We all have weaknesses, all make mistakes.
We still bring beauty to the world around us if we try our hardest to do so.
I just recently had hallucinations, you guys! It was crazy. But I was aware that I was hallucinating so it wasn’t so frightening. I did have to call in sick from work the next day though. Which sucked. But it happens.
You see, I was given a certain pill and had a monumentally horrid reaction. Eventually, not getting enough sleep, (even for me, having insomnia on and off), I ended up hallucinating.
Ha! Crazy experience!
What I’m getting at here, is this…
…I have a lot of health issues. They caused me to have to quit my full time job of construction. I now work part time and am searching for other part time work.
At the moment I cannot even buy my own food or my baby’s food (my dog).
I have quite a many cracks and, like the pot, there is nothing I can do to sew them up, to quit leaking. I cannot change how I was born. I can work toward a healthier life, yes, but I cannot change my health. I cannot slough off the debilitating depression or anxiety or exhaustion that shuts down my ability to focus or think properly (due to CFS), I cannot do anything about any of my health issues – and get another full time job and go to work like a normal, healthy person with stability of body and mind.
Often times I have felt like the cracked pot, ashamed of my weaknesses and inability to function like a hard working member of society.
But I’m now certain, somewhere along the way, the leaking I’ve done has allowed something wonderful to grow.
In the past month, I’ve realized, I am hard working. I am working crazily hard. With my family, helping others, attending my callings in life, writing, working part time, and coping with my limitations as best I can.
What more can I ask of myself?
We are all imperfect. We all have issues.
This is, of course, is only one part of my life. But I’ve shared with you so you can see how I can focus easily on what I cannot do, and woe over my incapacitates to have a purpose.
Or I can realize that by leaking, I’m helping flowers grow.
I am helping with much else in my life and the lives around me.
I have purpose.
I am loved, regardless.
I am cracked. We are all cracked.
We are lovable, regardless.