Really hard sometimes to smile when your heart is crying..
I can relate to the broken and I can also see God has chosen all us broken souls for a reason..

“Take me,” cried the gold one. “I’m shiny and bright,
“I’m of great value and I do things just right.”

But God passes by the gold, silver, brass, crystal, and wooden urns, and chooses the vessel of clay. The poem explains why..

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay..
Empty and broken, it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.
“Ah! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all mine…

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly, “There’s work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you..

We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.
2 Corinthians 4:7