Nothing is ever Wasted

The Good,

And the not so good.

And the things in life that cause me to just wonder why?

They occur for a reason.

From personal experience, it can take some time for the ‘reason’ for an experience to become evident, so much so that I have often questioned the amount of time that passes before I see a result. During the experience, it appears that nothing is happening!

Yet, time and time again it has been confirmed that this is not true.

As I arrive at the finish line of an experience, I am gently reminded: “Just because it cannot be seen, does not mean it is not happening.”

Each and every experience is weaved into another and allows me to become the person I am destined to be, and although the experience itself can be emotionally painful, (do I dare say it) ……..my character is being developed. And the truth is, God is far more interested in my character than my comfort.

The up side is, that the blessing that comes from the experience far out ways the pain of going through it. Oh how I need to remind my soul of this!

Many years ago, I remember reading a story that highlighted these truths for me. It encouraged me then (and continues to) that  no matter where I am at, or my abilities in life and the experiences that occur, nothing is ever wasted.

I hope this story is also an encouragement to you.

Deb
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The Two Pots

A Water Bearer had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which 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 of water to his house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, 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 was perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer 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 bearer said to the pot, “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 knows 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 has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.