Broken, but still be valuable

As I was sitting in front of the fireplace, I noticed a ceramic mosaic frog that I have had for many years. I love that frog! It's colorful, and a frog, which I have a fetish for. It's been broken for almost as many years as I have had it. Then I looked beyond that frog and saw a vase. One my mother had given me several years ago. It too has been one of my favorite pieces. It wasn't because it was expensive or even beautiful, it was just special because, well, my mother had given it to me. Then I saw above my head, on the mantle, a very small elephant. Actually there are three of them, one has a broken trunk. I refuse to throw any of these prize pieces away. Why? Because, they are valuable to me. Even though they are broken, I still see their beauty, still have a place in my heart for them, and still want to be around them. I think that is how God feels about us. Even though we are less than perfect, broken, if you will, He still loves us, still wants to be around us and fellowship with us, still sees beauty in us, and most of all, still has a heart for us.