Last night I was laying in bed reading a book. Slowly, my eyes wondered to the wall next to the bed. Cracks were running down it. Paint was peeling off. Frowning, I looked around and noticed other flaws in the room that I had either not noticed before or I had just not paid much attention to.
Slowly, a sense of dissatisfaction rose up within me. All I could see were the problems with the room. I then ventured further out to the dining room and living room. I began to see the same things. More discontent and disappointment welled up inside.
As subtlety as it all started, those feelings were gently replaced with wonder. I then began to notice again the charm of the house. Yes, there were flaws. It was old. It had not be lived in a for close to a year. But most of the flaws were fixable. We could fix those cracks in the wall and repaint. In fact, we have the paint ready to go.
Though in front of me at that moment were all the cracks and imperfections, I saw the potential. I saw the heart of the house that was just waiting to be embraced. It was up to me to bring it out.
As I climbed back into bed, I looked at my snoring husband. I had to laugh. That snore drives me crazy. From there I can easily go into the rendition of his ADD shortcomings and his fixation of sports instead of the family. I could go on and on about how he never stops talking. I could look at him as I did the house just moments before. But what good does that do me but bring deep discontent and a rift in our marriage?
I looked at him sleeping and I smiled. Yes, that snore was there, but so was he. I saw his ability to be there in my darkest moments and hold my head up. I saw his ability to talk to anyone about anything at anytime when they need someone the most. I can't do that. I saw the charm underneath the flaws.
As I closed my eyes, I only prayed he could do the same to me and see beyond the cracks to the potential just waiting below the surface.
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