Tuesday, March 2

cracked pots


My friend Christina has a knack for killing stuff. Mostly plants. Ok, maybe only plants. At least, as far as I know. She bought these cute pots from PB some time ago and had them grouped on top of her ancient entertainment center. They made even that beast look good. It only makes sense then thatI had been secretly lusting after them. She finally gave up the ghosts of those poor, defenseless, innocent plants, chunked them in the trash, and showed up at my house one day with the pots. Yes!

Did I mention that I live with toddler? Who is excellent, particularly, at toddling. And so we had an accident. 


Cracked pots. 

Realistically, shattered in some places. Who knew that a four foot fall onto the floor would have that effect? No amount of glue-gunning was going to fix this. I had to find the super glue. Key word: find. Who even uses that stuff anymore? Apparently not my hubband because this is the conversation that transpired:
H: So, I see you're using super glue.
Me: Mmmm hmmm. {Hummed in a "I already know what you're thinking!" tone.}
H: How is it going? Does it work?
Me: What do you mean, does it work? Haven't you used it before?
H: Nope. Why would I?

That made me snicker. Why on earth would you try to put something back together that is so clearly broken? In fact, why am I trying to put something together that is shattered and will obviously look "repaired" and not perfect -- without blemish -- as before?


Because I love these pots. And I want to keep them and have them even if they have hunks missing and obvious blemishes and I know that they will probably never actually function the same again. I still want them! 

And then it hit me.
 
I'm a cracked pot, too. I am broken and glued a lot. I have glue stuck to parts of me and am missing chunks in others. We all need a little glue, a little time, and someone with a little love to put us back together again. 


And while people can see that we're broken, and while we may never work quite the same again, it's worth it, right? I'm worth it. You're worth it. They're worth it. 


Even if we're cracked pots, we can still be used.
We can still be useful.
We can still be beautiful.


We belong to Someone. And He loves us so much that He wants to keep us, too, even if we're completely broken and look useless. Even if we think there's no hope in sight. He loves us that much, to pick us up, put us back together, and use us for something beautiful. We are His gifts to Himself. And I am so thankful for that!


{I'm linking this post to Tuesdays Unwrapped at Chatting with the Sky. Go and unwrap something beautiful there.}

5 comments:

emily said...

Welcome to Tuesday and thanks for linking up! I agree with you, those pots are super cute! Glad you glued them together.

Melissa, Multi-Tasking Mama said...

Amen,amen, amen!

Julie said...

beautifully said! what a grea message!

Jenny said...

What a great post! It was just what I needed to read today:)

imoomie said...

Welcome to Tuesday's...fantastic post!

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