shortcomings.

well guess what
I've got white bald patches
and a receding hair line in some places,
my stomach resembles 

an old sponge with laffy taffy stretch marks

strewn all over it.
My eye balls are on their way 

to being stuck together, 

one of them is clouded in 

pool cleaner scars.
just a pile of walking imperfections
and while we're at it
my socks never match
my fingernails are never clean,
and if I'm honest
most days my hair
makes Vaseline jealous
With its natural greasy shine.
I've got plenty to be insecure about,
plenty of defects to groan over
but I'm just trying to forget those things
because really they aren't as 

important or relevant
as how Holy God is
and learning about His
great love.
And boy, is it great.
How does a perfectly 

beautiful Creator
love a girl who rubs her nose so hard 

that it is steadily growing lopsided?
Why does he take the time to
pursue a girl who trips over her words in public 

and doesn't get out of bed 

some days?
Because none of that matters to Him.
When he looks at me
[i am made low that he would even do so]
He sees me 

without blemish
he sees a beauty that He Created
And he has covered my infirmities 

in a clean white cloak of grace.
I talk too loud sometimes
and get myself in trouble 

blurting out words 

before my discernment filter 

kicks on-
He quiets me with His love,
rejoices over me 

with singing
and I have naught to offer
but my feeble hands
empty.
waiting for him to fill
with his goodness.
I've got jowls 

hanging from my cheeks
and I've got a little too much 

extra insulation 

in my hips
yet He the universe holder
has entered into a solemn covenant 

with insignificant me
and claimed me 

as his.
forget me.
forget myself.
forget all the 

shortcomings
 see shouting in 

that warped 

mirror
and let me stop.

may Him and 

Him alone 

be 

praised.