we love the distressed look,
the look that something has been
worn, loved, and aged through the years.
the piece with the chippy paint,
Or the rust showing through.
we love the story antiques hold.
the life of a distressed piece adds to the depth of the decor.
we love distressed jeans.
and birkenstocks that have been broken in.
we love those new shirts/jeans that have a little paint on them, with the frays showing through the ends.
Yet, when it comes to us- we don't find our flaws too pretty. We don't hang our flaws up on walls proud of the rust showing through. We don't think of our frayed edges being a fashion statement.
We don't always love those mistakes that caused the dents and distressed look in our lives.
We don't love the struggle.
We don't love the look of wrinkles caused by a life of smiling.
Instead we hide them.
We don't let the depth of our stories be heard.
Once we fall in love with the distressed stories our lives hold just as those pieces we adore, we will see the true value our stories hold to bring the glory to the one who paid it all.
Your struggles-they mean something.
Your story-it has a purpose.
Your dents and scars-happened for a reason.
Your mistakes-don't define you.
Your frayed edges-they're in.
// xx Em