Love anyway

Somehow this pray-er -- whatever the attitude of her body -- doesn't look all that devout to me.  She seems very self-aware, every hair arranged in perfect symmetry, the hands placed just so, the eyes surreptitiously looking at the person in the next pew, eyebrows raised and lips pursed as if to tell God what to do rather than to listen.

But I still find her enchanting: the sculptor has perfectly captured this beguiling and amusing creature. And somehow that's reassuring: if I can find her rather determined human-ness appealing, so God must find my own flaws and foibles, obvious as they must be to the One who sculpted me, endearing as well; might even love me because of, not just in spite of, those same flaws and foibles...