As I sit and look at a picture of myself, I see all the imperfections. There are bumps, wrinkles, gray hair, eyebrows that are thinning and a mole that has been there my whole life. I see the scar under my chin that I got when I was a toddler. There is a broken spot on my front tooth and an imperfect smile.
Now I could focus on all of these things and say that I am not desirable but I choose not to do that. The imperfect broken spot on my tooth brings back the memory of when the chip came out. The scar under my chin reminds me that my parents cared for me when I mistakenly turned the rocking chair upside down and somehow ran my chin into the edge of the rocker. They lovingly held me together and took me to the doctor.
I could look see the scar that takes up most of my little finger and remember the time that I tried to force a large piece of ice into a glass and the glass broke and cut me through to the bone. I remember my daddy putting a tourniquet on me and then while he held me Mama raced me to the hospital to be sewed back together.
The wrinkles on my face remind me of the years that have gone by to put them there. I can remember when they weren’t there at all and all the years in between. And when I smile real big I see my mother in the mirror. My wrinkles once were her wrinkles.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everyone in the world would look at their own imperfections and see the beauty in it instead of being upset that they are not perfect? God knows we are a work in progress and I believe that scars and imperfections help keep us humble and remind of the love that has been given to us in this life. And if we understand that we are not perfect then we might just better understand the imperfect people we are around each day.
Enjoy your week and I will be back next week with more.