love the imperfections || let jesus complete me and fill all the cracks || the one with the gorgeous bouquet of purple tulips
i'm really into them.
i don't know where this ridiculous need to be perfect came from.
let's just go ahead and blame the media.
it is so exhausting trying to be perfect.
i love this picture of my tulips.
they are hanging upside down in our bedroom on our closet door.
a closet that isn't even used as a closet. well, for like normal closet purposes like your clothes.
it's used for boudoir bedding and pillows. that are pretty and used only for the pretty ladies.
because we're gross and get everything dirty and never like to do laundry.
read, never have time to do laundry.
so this closet door is imperfect.
look at the crack.
it was the first thing ethan loved about this photograph.
he said "this is pretty. i love the crack in the door"
ME TOO. YOU GET ME. LOVE YOU FOR THAT.
sure, we could've sanded the doors and sealed them and then repainted them.
but who has the time?
so we just wiped them down and painted over them.
now after just a year of living here, the cracks and imperfections are coming out.
screaming at us.
but i find them beautiful.
it makes me think of my life.
there is such beauty in each tulip.
but no two tulips are the same.
they are from the same bundle.
making a beautiful bouquet.
and they all are the same type of flower.
but no one flower looks exactly like the other.
and that's incredibly beautiful to me.
i stare at them for hours.
there is so much life and color in them.
they bring me joy.
i have two bundles.
one to hang on the door to look at each night and wake up to each morning.
and to dry out because i've always wanted a dried bouquet hanging in my room.
and one in an antique pitcher vase to carry to each room i travel to
throughout my day.
i love traveling around the house with my vase of flowers.
this is like each of us.
we are beautiful and different and unique.
we're all people. like these tulips are all tulips.
we make a beautiful bouquet but none of us are exactly the same.
we each tell a different story.
have different feelings.
different likes and dislikes.
we live in different states and parts of the world.
we all have different callings and things to get done.
we wear different clothes and we have lots of pretty colors of our skin.
we all have beautiful heartbeats.
we all crave love.
and we each come with our own set of imperfections.
and it reminds me of just how desperately i need my Savior.
the one true love.
even in my imperfections he asks me to be his friend.
he eats with me while i sin.
he gives me life and calls me his child.
so i don't shy from my imperfections.
i let them scream loudly.
and i pray and pray to be filled and made complete with his grace and love and mercy.
and to love the imperfections of others.