This was a tree we passed on one of our hikes in Glacier NP. It wasn’t obvious why it looked this way. It seems to have lost it’s bark, in a very peculiar pattern. Maybe it was from a lightening strike, or fire. Maybe animals. Or insects. Whatever the cause, the tree survives and it’s imperfections tell a story.

In a similar way, our imperfections tell a story. Do my imperfections tell a story about a loving God?