A 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.'
Each of us have our own unique
flaw, but it's
the cracks and flaws we each have
that make
our lives together so very
interesting and
rewarding. You've just got to take
each
person for what they are and look
for the
good in them. God has made us
perfect in
our imperfections. Never ever
consider
yourself worthless or inferior.
So, to all our cracked friends we
say: always
remember you are a perfect
imperfection
and there is only one you.

Nice and encouraging story

Hmmm....makes sense

beautiful one

Wish I had sent this earlier to the person above me...

Hmm. I love this.
Quite insightful and encouraging.