Frail, but a work divine

I took this photo very early this morning, as light rain fell, sitting outside as the cats played around me. I wasn't happy with it. It felt dark. It felt weak. And it felt unfinished.
As another year begins to unfold, and I approach the day I turn one year older, I was sitting there and started to think back to what has changed since this time last year.
What has changed is my awareness of my strengths. That they are not what I thought them to be, but rather, they are my weaknesses, my vulnerability, naïvety and frailty.
That which I thought would break me, has not. The experiences I felt I was drowning in, I surfaced from. I think we sometimes we look for typical displays of strength and power to draw our courage from. I know in the past my vulnerability has disappointed me. Now I know, it educates me.
As death and it's inevitability can teach us, relish your flaws, your weaknesses, imperfections. Embrace them. We live but once. We have nothing really, to compare ourselves to, if we have not lived before.
In the end, it is our flaws that make us who we are, and loved truly by those who understand them.