{"id":1331,"date":"2017-08-12T19:40:51","date_gmt":"2017-08-13T00:40:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/?p=1331"},"modified":"2017-08-12T19:40:51","modified_gmt":"2017-08-13T00:40:51","slug":"every-masterpiece-has-at-least-one-flaw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/2017\/08\/12\/every-masterpiece-has-at-least-one-flaw\/","title":{"rendered":"Every Masterpiece Has at Least One Flaw"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I was sitting in my doctor\u2019s examination room the other day and while I was waiting I looked at a painting she had hanging on the wall as you can see above. The frame was\u00a0a window-frame with chipped paint, I love it. The painting is of an old run down country fruit and vegetable stand. There\u00a0are baskets of apples sitting on the ground and smaller baskets of vegetables sitting on some old planks in front of an old store. The floor is dirt. It reminds me of something you\u2019d see in an Amish community. Where passersby can stop and buy their produce.<\/h6>\n
When the doctor came in I mentioned how much I liked the painting and she said, thank you, but it\u2019s not one of her husband’s paintings. She said he\u2019s a very good artist and she has several of his paintings in some of the other rooms. She said if you look close you can see the perspective is off and they\u2019ve painted shadows in the wrong places.<\/h6>\n
Later I thought about that\u2026I thought, you know she didn\u2019t see what I saw\u2026she was looking at the flaws and errors in the painting. I was seeing a little country produce stand. It was quaint and made me feel nostalgic and peaceful. I wasn\u2019t\u2019 worried about the flaws.<\/h6>\n
Lots of times all we see are the flaws in things and in people. We miss the genuine smile\u2026the story in the eyes\u2026or the heartache\u2026we see color or the physical characteristics and we judge without seeing the authentic, true person. All we see are the flaws.<\/h6>\n
It\u2019s sad that we always go by our first impressions when we meet someone. And sometimes we are right, but lots of times we can be quite wrong.<\/h6>\n
I\u2019m not saying we shouldn\u2019t be our best. But I learned that even the Amish when they make furniture or\u00a0sew or make a quilt they will put a flaw in their work on purpose just so they won\u2019t have pride.<\/h6>\n
If a diamond is too perfect and has no flaws it is said to be a fake.<\/h6>\n
Our flaws are what make us unique. My uncle used to hate his freckles until one day his class had a freckle contest and he won\u2026what he thought was a flaw actually made him a winner.<\/h6>\n
What we see as flaws are really blessings in disguise. So next time you look at someone or even yourself and all you see are the flaws, look again, look passed the flaws and see the person who is hiding on the inside just wanting to be accepted and loved just like you.<\/h6>\n
We may not be of much value to some people but to God we are a treasure, flaws and all.<\/h6>\n
~Marla Shaw O\u2019Neill August 12, 2017<\/h6>\n
Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, \u201cMy grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.\u201d Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ\u2019s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ\u2019s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:8-10 New International Version (NIV)<\/strong><\/em><\/h6>\n
This is the message that came to Jeremiah from the <\/em>Lord<\/em>:<\/em> \u201cJeremiah, go down to the potter\u2019s house. I will give you my message there.\u201d<\/em><\/h6>\n
So I went down to the potter\u2019s house and saw him working with clay at the wheel.<\/em> He was making a pot from clay. But there was something wrong with the pot. So the potter used that clay to make another pot. With his hands he shaped the pot the way he wanted it to be.<\/em> Jeremiah 18:1-4 <\/em>Easy-to-Read Version (ERV)<\/em><\/strong><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I was sitting in my doctor\u2019s examination room the other day and while I was waiting I looked at a painting she had hanging on the wall as you can see above. The frame was\u00a0a window-frame with chipped paint, I love it. The painting is of an old run down country fruit and vegetable stand….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1331","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8aPxH-lt","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1331","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1331"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1331\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1333,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1331\/revisions\/1333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1331"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1331"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1331"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}