I am flawed.
Imperfect.
Rough around the edges.
Jeremiah 18 tells a story of man.
He was a potter.
God told Jeremiah to pay him a visit.
When he did he found him molding a piece of clay on a wheel.
While molding this clay, the clay messed up if you will.
It fell apart in his hands.
But rather then throw that clay out and start with new, he picked up that same piece of clay and continued molding until he created a masterpiece.
God told Jeremiah "If this man can do this with a piece of clay, what more I can I do with you? You are but clay in my hands. You just have to be willing."
Now, I've been in church my whole life.
Like any teenager I had a "rebellious" stage. If you want it to call it that haha
but majority of my life I have lived wholeheartedly for God.
In that time I have learned that I have much to learn, much to grow.
Just when I think I have it all together I'm reminded I need to work on something else.
From modesty, to loving people I don't like, and even my mouth...go figure haha
If you don't want to admit what you need work on then don't ever pray for God to mold you because He will not hesitate.
But if you want to be all you can be, go higher, do bigger things allow God to mold you.
I say all this to say Yes I have things I need to work on, I know that, God knows that, and we all know everyone else knows that and aren't afraid to let you know when you mess up, but God
Oh but God
He may know your flaws, but He loves you despite them.
Despite your rough edges He sees something beautiful. He sees your potential. He still has great plans for your life. Even when no one else believes you are able. God says " I know your not able, but I am, and I am in you, and through Me all things are possible."
There is a song by Brad Paisley, although not christian, I like to think of it in the words of Jesus.
It goes like this.
To the teller down at the bank
You're just another checking account
To the plumber that came today
You're just another house
At the airport ticket counter
You're just another fare
At the beauty shop at the mall
Well you're just another head of hair
Well that's alright, that's ok
If you don't feel important, honey
All I've got to say is
To the world
You may be just another girl
But to me
you are the world
To the waiter at the restaurant
You're just another tip
To the guy at the ice cream shop
You're just another dip
When you can't get reservations
'Cause you don't have the clout
Or you didn't get an invitation
'Cause somebody left you out
That's alright, that's ok
When you don't feel important honey
All I've got to say is
You think you're one of millions but you're one in a million to me
When you wonder if you matter, look into my eyes
And tell me, can't you see you're everything to me
You're just another checking account
To the plumber that came today
You're just another house
At the airport ticket counter
You're just another fare
At the beauty shop at the mall
Well you're just another head of hair
Well that's alright, that's ok
If you don't feel important, honey
All I've got to say is
To the world
You may be just another girl
But to me
you are the world
To the waiter at the restaurant
You're just another tip
To the guy at the ice cream shop
You're just another dip
When you can't get reservations
'Cause you don't have the clout
Or you didn't get an invitation
'Cause somebody left you out
That's alright, that's ok
When you don't feel important honey
All I've got to say is
You think you're one of millions but you're one in a million to me
When you wonder if you matter, look into my eyes
And tell me, can't you see you're everything to me
I am flawed
Imperfect
Rough around the edges
But in the Eyes of Jesus
I have worth beyond measure.
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