flaws

Sometimes I want to leave parts of myself behind. The parts I'm insecure about. I fill my life with "new things" and "better things." I stay busy long enough to convince myself that I've changed. But the trail of breadcrumbs leads hopelessly back to the source, and I realize I'm the same person I've always been.

As much as I'd love to dispel certain flaws from existence, there is an unwelcome beauty within them. There is a constant need for His perfection. I often wonder at the emptiness that would result if every desire I had was granted; when the necessity of God in this physical world was eliminated.

The human heart is like a growing sponge, always thirsting after more and never able to fully quench itself. All these things that I see as flaws, perhaps they are simply reminders of His grace, which is sufficient for me.