Bark

Bark is cracked and broken. It's misshapen and knobbly. It's sometimes a bizarre colour and flakes off in chunks. Not exactly perfect..

And yet look at all the things it does. Bark protects the tree from wind, rain, disease, beatings and infestation.

In life god is wonderful at using people or things that aren't whole. That are imperfect and broken, which is a good job really as I don't know about you but I am broken.

Broken doesn't mean useless.