Every Sunday morning, after I have read the paper, while I am enjoying my cup of coffee (or tea, as it was this morning), I like to look at the Sunday Post Secrets. I think they are so intriguing, and, while I don't always feel comfortable with what some of the secrets say, every now and then there is a secret that just speaks to me. This week this was the secret that did it.
It reminds my of my good friend, S., who owned a bead and candy shop for a while. She had a couple of big wooden bowls that contained beads that were considered "imperfect." She decided, instead of "imperfect", with their little bubbles or cracks that made them unique, that they were "beautifully human."
None of us are perfect, and when I bare my soul on this blog for all to see, I wonder what people might think. Than things like this remind me, that it is not in perfection that we are beautiful, but in imperfection. Thank you, Lord, for making me beautifully human.