I was demonstrating the art of Pysanky eggs at an after school event for the art club that Karen Mays leads. I was prepared. I had dozens of completed eggs to display. I had eggs in several stages of development, —the way people on cooking shows prepare their foods so that you don’t have to wait while the food cooks. It takes hours to do an egg from start to finish.
I showed the kids the egg that I brought to show them how I get the egg started. I suddenly noticed what looked like a very weak spot in the shell that could very possibly blow out when I exerted the pressure to empty the egg. At home I would have chosen another egg and used this one in cooking, but I didn’t have another. I dipped it in dye and continued my demonstration.
I planned to throw the egg away, but then I couldn’t. It was smooth and well shaped. It might break when I finished it, but I’d work on it any way. The whole time I worked on it, I thought, Flawed. But when I wiped the wax off of it in the end, I discovered that I had made one of my prettiest eggs. I blew it out very carefully and it did not break.
This reminded me of a wonderful fact. I am very flawed. God has seen my flaws, but He is working on me any way. He hasn’t given up and discarded me because of my flaws. I may not be one of His prettiest eggs, but I’ll be as beautiful as He can make me.