Well, for sure, I am not talking about God having blemishes.

I am talking about us imperfect specimens, but lovely to God

I mean we have these constructed unreal hollywood faces that are suppose to represent beauty.

But reality is not so

 

As I was contemplating some of the pyramids, how each stone is different,

some even having lumps on them, I thought of them as us.

Everyone different yet perfectly fit together thru Jesus, kind of like the pyramids.

 

Sometimes we get hung up on the blemishes.

Like sometimes there are things that bother me about my wife.

Then, later I get a glimpse of myself as I pass by a mirror.

UH, oh my God.

Reality sucks.

So now what irritated me before does not seem so bad.

 

I recall many years ago when I was first saved, there was  a special moment

I was in a room with a lot of very old men, all lifting there hands and singing to the Lord.

Some of the voices were very off key and squeeky.

Yet to the Lord they sounded like a beautiful choir.