Flawed, I Am

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.


I am.

Make no mistake.  I see my flaws.  I see them clearly.


Yet, I am loved.

Flawed, that I am.