All-the-Brighter

So many imperfections.
So many mistakes.
So many scars.
So many confessions yet to make.

Thank you, Father, for your love in the midst of imperfection. You call the broken and the thirsty "blessed". Teach me to love paradoxes- to draw near to you when I am at my weakest. And in this weakness, may I see that your goodness, your graces, your mercies, your kindness, and your glories shine all-the- brighter. 

"If you tarry till you're better, you will never come at all."

Teach us to come, burdens and all.