So not too long after The Brit and I got married, my mother went shopping in Lancaster, PA and she brought me home this beautiful ceramic angel. I am very angel particular. They have to have pretty faces as no one likes a pissed off angel; they just have to look "angelic". This one did and she was pretty big; about 8 or 9 inches high, kneeling, hands raised, dark hair, long blue skirt and white blouse. She is one of the prettiest angels I have ever seen.
She came to my house in a box and when we opened her, we sadly discovered a broken wing. It had broken clean off, but The Brit was certain he could fix it and he did. As the wing attached in the back, looking at her one could not see any evidence of the breakage.
I kept her safely on a shelf at the desk, up high where the cats could not knock her down and she resided there for several years until one night, someone knocked the desk and caused her to fall from the shelf and break into several pieces. Worried at first that she was not fixable, I was thrilled when The Brit once again pieced her together, minus a spot here and there where holes remained, those remnants broken into pieces too tiny to repair.
These days, at quick glance, the angel appears perfect; a striking image of the perfection God would have made her were she real. She is kept in a lower but still safe place and it is only at closer inspection you can see her battle scars; a missing piece here, a rather large hole in the back. Still beautiful but far from perfect.
How like us she is! For some reason the saga of my angel was on my heart the other day even though it has been probably three years since her last accident. But she is like us. From the outside we can appear to have it all together, to even be somewhat perfect, but only once you really start to see inside of someone can you see their "holes"; their scars that life has dealt them. Sometimes you have to look very closely because many of us keep our imperfections, our hurts, our betrayals well hidden. But often it is worth the time to look and to try to understand.
What is wonderful is that like the angel, who was created by a master craftsman somewhere, we have also been created by a Master Craftsman who sees all our holes and loves us not just despite them but because of them. In His eyes, we are perfect and precious and loved, despite our faults.