It is true. I used to want to look like a clear, crisp glass vase.
Pretty.
Striking.
Uncomplicated.
Untainted by the chips and dents of a messy life.
But I’m realizing that isn’t the image God is calling me to portray.
He gets no glory in my apparent perfection, in my finely-tuned charade….
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