There's a Blessing in Brokenness

In today's mass, the priest talked about Healing - Healing of the broken-hearted. 

PS 147:1-2, 3-4, 5-6

Responsorial Psalm

R. Praise the Lord, who heals the brokenhearted.

As I was listening to Fr. Felix, I can't help but smile and be overwhelmed with gratitude in my heart for the grace that helped me walk through all those broken roads. I have had my fair share of misadventure in life but I know I didn't travel there for nothing. I needed to pass through all of them to pick up some important lessons that will ultimately add value to my person and somewhere along my journey help uplift someone's spirit. 

I remember a story I heard years ago in a college religion class about a Broken Pot. And I quote it below:

"The Broken Pot
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on an end of a pole which he carried across his neck. 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 masters 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 in his masters house. Of course, 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 masters 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 his compassion he said, "As we return to the masters 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 bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the Pot 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 your path, but not on the other pots 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 masters table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table. In Gods great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don't be afraid of your flaws.

Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness your strength is made perfect. 
(2 Corinthians 12:9)"

And looking back now, I could just heave a sigh and look up to Heaven saying, "I would not have wanted it in any other way Lord but Your way, so have Your way in my life." I firmly believe that God is writing a beautiful story of my life that will bless me and others as well. 

So I keep on dancing and walking in faith until I reach my intended destination. :)


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