Once I had craft room walls that looked like this. Well, actually, this is after I tore off termite infested paneling, so this is actually an improvement to the original.
After much (and I do mean much!) indecision on what to do with the walls, they now look like this.
I had a few miss steps with this wall (as in, I painted three times!), because I started out with intention of hiding the ugly imperfections of the cinder blocks. In the end, I found that by high lighting what I was trying to hide, the grout lines, I truly loved the uniqueness of the wall. Since then, I’ve been tempted to repaint it yet again, to make a solid background color for pictures. I just can’t pursued myself to do it, because really, who does like to paint a wall FOUR times! Ha, no really, the reason I haven’t repainted it is because I love what this wall taught me. Imperfections can be great assets. Have you ever noticed it’s the flaws, the sheer humanity of a person that we can really relate to? Life, and the people in it, are far from perfect. Perfection is hard to identify with, at least for me. I know, better than anyone, just how far from it I am.
Despite all the trouble my imperfections cause me, I can still be grateful for them. They are a constant reminder of how much I need God in my life. They are a constant reminder just how much He loves me! He sees all the obvious, and the hidden faults, yet He loves me anyway. What’s more, He uses those imperfections to help others understand Him better too. Just ask my Mister how much he has to pray for patience all because of me! See? I’m helping him! =) He is. so. grateful. Instead of hiding behind of persona of perfection, I can allow others to see my flaws and God working in them. Just like grey grout, the ugly can be beautiful. There’s a little song my girl’s like to sing that goes like this…
He’s still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
‘Cause He’s still workin’ on me
There really ought to be a sign upon my heart
Don’t judge me yet, there’s an unfinished part
But I’ll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master’s loving hands
In the mirror of His word
Reflections that I see
Makes me wonder why He never gave up on me
But He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He’s the potter; I’m the clay
I’m so glad God can see worth where I can’t! Aren’t you?