In our constant effort to hide imperfections, we put a lot of energy into covering up signs of aging and tough times. With things like cosmetic surgery and enhancements, we try to trick ourselves and others into thinking we can quickly end the effects of time and life's challenges. But despite our efforts, most of us never quite reach that perfect image we're after.
Yet, behind our polished appearances, the deep pain of losing a child lingers. No amount of makeup can bring back the carefree vibe of the past or capture the innocence we once had. I feel broken; my body and soul carry the scars from life's ups and downs. And though my wounds might make others uncomfortable, they remind us that we all face adversity. Underneath our glossy exteriors, we all have our hidden pains and flaws.
Encouraged by my daughter Texa's honesty, I've decided to stop faking smiles and embrace being real. I recently learned about "kintsugi," a Japanese art that sees imperfections as part of an object's story rather than something to hide. It's comforting to realize that my brokenness is just as much a part of me as my ongoing healing journey.
When willing to show our vulnerabilities, we open the door to healing and connection. Each crack in our facade is a sign of our inner strength, and every scar tells a story of overcoming tough times. By embracing our imperfections, we embrace our humanity and find beauty in our brokenness.
So, I choose to flaunt my scars not because I'm ashamed but because they show the strength I've gained through adversity. Through these scars, I've experienced the incredible power of healing, and I want others to find comfort in their journeys. We trust this invaluable treasure to a simple clay vessel, knowing its extraordinary power comes from something greater than ourselves.
"We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure." 2 Corinthians 4:7 (NIIV)