I have flaws. It’s probably pretty common. To be flawed, I mean. I have flaws in my skin, flaws in my posture, flaws in my grammar and speech. I have teeth that are crookedly flawed. And I’m pretty much imperfectly flawed in my ability to sing. I can’t reason without a flaw…….
None of these matter as much….
As the flaws in my character.
The flaws that I recognize, own and repeat.
And do nothing to change.
Make no mistake. I see my flaws. I see them clearly.
Yet, I am loved.
Flawed, that I am.