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Your flaws make you a perfect vessel for God's power. He doesn't look for the golden chalice. He looks for the clay pot. Your flaws make you a perfect container, vessel. I'm flawed. Your imperfections highlight God's excellence. It's in your weakness that he is strong. On clay, let the potter shape you as his vessel on the wheel. In your weakness, God's strength is made perfect. So brother, sister, just be that willing vessel if I can urge you that way.