I got up this morning and threw on my favorite pair of
old jeans. . .
Now, this old pair of jeans, my wife hates them. . . . .
She would have tossed them out years ago if she thought I wouldn't raise
Cain over it.
You see they are pretty old and well worn. They are faded out to almost
the point of being white but with just enough of a tint to know they
were once blue.
They are torn and tattered, and so worn out that the denim is now as
soft as a ball of cotton.
Needless to say they probably should have been tossed out years ago
. . . .
But I look past the imperfections in these old jeans and find that they
are still my favorites.
Well, I poured a cup of coffee, like always, and started thinking about
that old pair of jeans. . . . .
then I thought about how we are just like that old pair of jeans. .
.
Torn and tattered, and full of imperfections . . .
Yet somehow the Good Lord finds a way to look past all of our imperfections
and still find it in his heart to Love us.
Just a thought over coffee!