There are millions of beautiful things that God put on this earth. I would probably be described as a perfectionist by most people who know me, and sometimes that is an annoying trait to have. I sometimes get this itch to fix things, even if they aren't broken. Just the slightest bit crooked, or messy, or sticky, or gooey, or...well you get the idea.
I'm finding recently that there is a great deal of beauty in imperfection. In missing teeth. In ripped jeans. In slightly wilted flowers. In messy hair.
In scribbles. In the story a wood table tells with it's dents, etchings, and scratches. In a chipped fingernail lacking a perfected manicure.
I'm trying to learn to let the imperfect pass by without me trying to fix or change it. Not always, but sometimes.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Everybody loves comments, getting them, writing them, and reading them, but please keep it clean, guys. If it isn't clean, then it won't get published. Thank you! =)