I remember when I was like 6 or 7 years old, walking up to my house carrying this clay vase with a flower in it, that I was taking home to give to my mom. I was so excited to present this gift to her and see her light up with joy.
As I walked down the sidewalk in front of the house I tripped, and I began to fall. As I was going down, I thought about the vase I was holding. It was a hard clay surface, but it was also very fragile, and I didn’t want it to break, so I held it up high and took the fall with no hands. It hurt pretty badly. I was scraped up on my knees and elbows, cut on my chin and bruises began to form on my hip and head. The vase, on the other hand, was not damaged at all.
A lot of us are bruised, cut, chipped, and scraped up, a lot of us are “ruff-looking” vessels, and that’s okay because what’s on the inside is more important than what’s on the outside.