For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, Romans 3:23
Each morning when I wake, the first thing upon which I gaze is the blemished corner of my bedside dresser.
It is just a little blemish but it’s familiar to me. It starts my awakening to a new day. It reminds me I am alive.
The mark serves as a daily reminder that we live blemished lives. It is simply unavoidable. It doesn’t mean we can’t strive for more, it doesn’t mean we can’t try to live a righteous life, and it doesn’t mean we can excuse our wrongdoings. We can never do that.
We follow a Savior who has washed away our sins. We worship a God who gave up His only unblemished Son for us. We carry on with the spirit of love.
Blemishes remind us and they guide us