things he liked about my features. My focus shifted from the flaws to the love that overlooked them. As I looked closer I saw the good that John saw in me. Just like me with my new glasses, when you first turned from your sins and beheld your true image, you probably didn’t like what you saw—the remnants of the flaws, wrinkles, and blemishes of your former life. The clarification brought magnification to your shortcomings. With my glasses, I came to a new realization: my flaws had always been there,
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