I think the beauty in life lies largely in imperfections: The wrinkles in an old woman’s face; The scarred bark of a tree; The chipped paint on the side of an old barn. The jagged landscape of an eroded canyon; The argument between two lovers. It’s easy to love something that’s perfect. There’s no challenge in it, and it takes no special wisdom or ability. But to see flaws and consciously overlook and even embrace them; that is where God whispers within us.