A Simple Prayer
 
My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper, a block of wood and four tires and told to return home and give all to "dad."
 
But there was no dad. I was a single mom. So, mom stepped in to see if I could figure this all out. The project began..
 
Having no carpentry skills, I decided it would be best if I simply read the directions and let Gilbert do the work. And he did. I read aloud the measurements, the rules of what we could do and what we couldn't do.
 
Within days his block of wood was turning into a pinewood derby car. A little lopsided, but looking great (at least through the eyes of mom).
 
Gilbert had not seen any of the other kids cars and was thrilled with his "Blue Lightning,"  a joy that comes with knowing you did something on your own.
 
Then the big night came. With his blue pinewood derby in his hand and pride in his heart we headed to the big race.
 
Once there, my little one's thrill turned to humility. Gilbert's car was obviously the only car made entirely on his own. All the other cars were a father-son partnership, with cool paint jobs and sleek body styles made for speed.
 
A few of the boys giggled as they looked at Gilbert's, lopsided, wobbly, unattractive vehicle. To add to the humility Gilbert was the only boy without a man at his side. A couple of the boys who were from single parent homes at least had an uncle or grandfather by their side, Gilbert had "mom."
 
As the race began it was done in elimination fashion. You kept racing as long as you were the winner. One by one the cars raced down the finely sanded ramp.
 
Finally it was between Gilbert and the sleekest, fastest looking car there. As the last race was about to begin, my wide eyed, shy eight year old ask if they could stop the race for a minute, because he wanted to pray. The race stopped.
 
Gilbert hit his knees clutching his funny looking block of wood between his hands. With a wrinkled brow he set to converse with his Father.
 
He prayed in earnest for a very long minute and a half. Then he stood, smile on his face and announced, "Okay, I am ready."
 
As the crowd cheered, a boy named Tommy stood with his father as their car sped down the ramp. Gilbert stood with his Father within his heart and watched his block of wood wobble down the ramp with surprisingly great speed and rushed over the finish line a fraction of a second before Tommy's car.
 
Gilbert leaped into the air with a loud "Thank you" as the crowd roared in approval.
 
The Scout Master came up to Gilbert with microphone in hand and asked the obvious question, "So you prayed to win, huh, Gilbert?"
 
"No" answered Gilbert. "I prayed that I wouldn't cry when I lost."
 
Gilbert's simple prayer spoke volumes to those present that night. He never doubted that God would indeed answer his request. He didn't pray to win thus hurt someone else, he prayed that God supply the grace to lose with dignity.
 
 
 
The Two Pots 

A Water Bearer in China 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 2 years of what it 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 my 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 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  hese beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, we would not have such beauty."
 
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.
 
Authors Unknown
 
 
Make a great day...
 
 
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