As I was getting ready to have my beloved first cup of coffee this morning, I reached up for my favorite mug, the one with the chip. I have a set of four plain white mugs that I got in a set back when I moved into my first apartment. Nothing too exciting, but somehow that one little chip gives it so much more character and the other ones. Most people get rid of things once an imperfection is found. Luckily God loves us all, even the ones with a chip.