I have feared imperfection.

Feared not being good enough

Fear of not being attractive, aging is hard. I know……..age gracefully. Whatever I don’t want to.

My home hasn’t always been perfect but I wanted it to be.

I have worked on two very old claw foot tubs this week. They were rusty, had layers of paint and they were beyond dirty. The feet had fallen off and I knew that I could turn them back to perfect. I just knew it.

I was close. After stripping layer after layer of paint, while burning my skin, the old tubs started to take on a new look. I sanded, I primed and finally painted. They looked BEAUTIFUL. And then I started cleaning them and then would be moved to their forever home.

I scrubbed with Barkeepers friend because that’s what Rehab Addict uses. I cleaned with Mineral Spirits. It looked good but there were imperfections. Some discolorations, some pitted places. What did I expect? The tubs are over 100 years old!!! I expected perfection.

I stared at the tub trying to decide if I loved it or would I be disappointed in its appearance in my sparkly new bathroom.

Does Jesus love me with all my imperfections? Um not even a second thought. It is Jesus’ gift to us. Ephesians 2:8 says “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is a gift from God.”

I am definitely not a preacher or a teacher but I am a girl who knows that even though I am imperfect in so many ways, I am loved by my Heavenly Father and nothing will ever stop that.

I have decided that I will love and admire my most imperfect bathtub. it will be a constant reminder that even though I am sometimes ugly and imperfect on the outside, I am loved.

Love,

the girl who is loved with the super cute bath tub