Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Anybody else feeling like a cracked pot today?

You know those moments- where you feel like your yuck and your struggles and your anger and dissatisfaction with life in general- just keep seeping up and spilling out on those your love- and then you turn it back on yourself...and well-

You feel broken- life is like an uphill battle and you are losing-your are tired- you are weary...

Even though today was a day with many bright spots- there were moments when the dark ones seemed to overshadow the light and I found myself feeling a bit splintered and cracked open...too emotional, too vulnerable, too raw...
Nothing major happened-nothing life-altering-just some disagreements taken too far, too many changes happening at once, some loose ends that I wish were tied... and little by little- these things caused cracks in my spirit and I felt a cracked pot. 

Sorry to be all dramatic but I am being real- sometimes your personal cross, the struggles of those around you, unmet needs and expectations- just feel too much to bear-and you keep pushing and trying to smile and eventually you implode and explode and everything in between...

So I was browsing around on-line and I saw this:

And my heart smiled, my soul breathed deep and I felt peace-
Here is my HOPE:

Through those cracks-the light of the Lord can shine through...

My brokenness leads me back to total dependence on Him and even better...

He can use my brokenness to bless others- usually by making me more authentic and more real...

Then I remembered a story I had read a very long time ago that touched my heart deeply- I LOVE how God brings it all together- read below:

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole that he carried across his 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 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 house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect 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. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your 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 bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were 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, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day while we walk back, you've watered 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."
I love all of you ladies! It's okay to be a cracked pot-just like me- you are rushing through the day-dropping off kiddos- meeting deadlines-texting in the bathroom (your only alone time)-making dinner-ironing-washing dishes-doing laundry-all the time with a heart that longs to be used for something beautiful-by being a broken and beautiful mess you ARE enough to-



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