Flawed

It's been hard to describe the people in Honduras. But I heard someone say that they treat you like a long lost family member from the moment they meet you. That is the best description I have, it doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, you are loved.

The other day when I received this picture

It occurred to me, we all are deeply flawed and deeply loved at the same time. We can be completely broken and completely loved. We don't have to be prefect to give or receive love.

Aren't we all well aware of our flaws? Can we love others flaws and all?