This morning, I was getting ready to wash my hair, and as I turned my head upside down under the sink faucet, I noticed the rust stain  at the bottom of the sink. It was there when we bought the house. A little chip out of the porcelain, which had rusted, and  someone had tried to paint over. The paint wore away. JR tried to cover it twice with a porcelain filler. The rust stain keeps reappearing and getting bigger.

The sink has a purpose, and is useful, alright, and even does it's job with that flaw, but if it's let go long enough, that sink won't hold water.

It occurs to me that I often approach my flaws in the same way. Try to paint over them, work around them, fill them with fillers of some sort. And what happens? They keep reappearing. Flaws can't be hidden for long. They are what they are.  I am a flawed and imperfect person. It's in my nature, for "all have fallen short of the glory of God.'

My filler and paint have been different things through my life.... Alcohol, shopping, vanity, image, relationships.  But you know what I finally I  found to be the perfect filler for my stains and chips?  Filled with the Holy Spirit!  He is in me, and part of me, and finds every flaw. Yet, praise His name, through Jesus, I am filled and full, and "presented blameless and holy in His sight, without blemish and free from accusation (Col 1:22)"

I'm so much better than that sink. I know now that even though I'm flawed, " he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight (Eph. 1:4)" and because of that, I will always have a purpose and be useful to Him.