A young peasant had two water cans which were attached to a yoke. Each day he put the yoke over his shoulders and went down to the river, filled the cans, and walked back to his modest hut. The water can on the right side of the yoke was fine and sturdy; when he arrived home it was always full. But the can on the left had a crack in it. By the time the man arrived home, half the water was usually gone.
The water can always felt inferior to his partner. He was ashamed that he was cracked and wasn’t pulling his weight. One day the water can spoke. He turned to the man and apologized for being defective.
The man smiled gently and said, “Did you think I didn’t know that you had a crack, and water dripped from you? Look at the path from the river to my hut. Do you see all the beautiful flowers that are growing on the one side of the path? Those are the flowers that I planted there, that you watered every day as I walked home from the river.”
Broken or not. Strong or weak. Everything and everyone serves God’s purpose.