The flowerpot was a work of rare beauty.
Colorful but sophisticated,
Simple but elegant.
The work of a master.
One day, the pot fell and was shattered to pieces.
Devastated, the owner almost threw it away
But he decided to try to save it instead.
With great love and patience,
He carefully fitted the broken pieces together again
And when he was finished, it appeared as if
The flowerpot had never been broken at all.
Only he knew that it had been repaired.
Only he knew of all the cracks
Just beneath the vibrant surface.
And it made the flowerpot all the more beautiful to him.
In fact, though the same size,
It seemed to hold more flowers than before
And they inexplicably lived much longer
And gave off a stronger fragrance.
When his friends would visit, they would say
There was something different about the pot;
That it was even more interesting somehow,
Though none of them could understand why.
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My knees are blackened and probably will be forever, simply because I have knelt before God in prayer a lot. I'm a little too plump by supermodel standards, but I don't mind... it's testimony that I'm a pretty good baker 
