Haphazardly, the belt was thrown on the counter. Irritated at the soccer clothes that should have gone to school, the socks in with the darks, the belt connected to the inside-out pants, I didn't notice at first.
An imperfect heart. A heart of gold at the core. That's my boy.
He's a lover of Jesus and a complete mess, just like his Momma.
And today I am thanking God for the reminder that I need to love, even when the love isn't returned, when it is imperfect, when I'm irritated, when I'm hurt.
Funny how a little school belt can accomplish all that in my own, less-than-perfect, heart.
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