One of the jars had a crack in it while the other jar was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of her long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked jar arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half jars of water.
Of course, the perfect jar was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked jar was ashamed of its own imperfection, and was miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of perceiving itself to be a bitter failure, the cracked jar 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 jar's side?'
'That is 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 at my house.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'
My friends, each of us has our own unique flaw. But it is the cracks and flaws in our lives that cause us to throw ourselves into the Grace of our Lord. He then fills our lives and makes us Fruitful.
We just have to take each person we meet for what they are and look for the good that God has put in them.
SO, to all of my fellow cracked and broken friends, let us Serve the Lord with Gladness of Heart, and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path! 
