As I stood in that room that I had worked so hard to finish painting, I surveyed the walls.
In my mind I cataloged the many mistakes I had made. I could see every mistake, every slip. I could remember every spot I messed up. I knew that my work was far from perfect.
Then my wife walked in.
“It's beautiful!” she said.
That's grace.
Despite our brokenness, our mistakes and struggles God loves us anyway.
Our best efforts, our greatest triumphs, our most amazing feats will never be perfect.
But God loves us anyway.
I want my students to see that.
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