girls
I think about all the girls, how I met them, faces glowing around a crackling fire.
I spit out my life story
let them into a deep place and just trusted that they’d accept me.
Now I sit here with their names listed in my prayer journal and I wonder if I were to ask any one girl to describe herself, would the first
word she uttered be
“beautiful”
Do they know how precious they are? I wonder.
I pass my sister on my way into the kitchen,
Her brown hair is parted to the side and flows softly over her shoulders
The pink in her shirt returns my eye to the highlight in her cheekbones
“You’re pretty” I tell her
Why can’t we say this more often
Scream it from rooftops every time we see it.
If I paint something lovely people tell me so.
When God makes beauty in women, we acknowledge it but bashfully keep our words inside our throat
Lets reach deep inside and and let them out. Let the words dance their way into young girls ears and fill them to their toes with truth. Watch their maker smile with satisfaction.
He is an artist and we are his beautiful canvases.
Emma, everything you blog about is amazing. You express things so well and I love reading everything you write. You`re a beautiful woman, and I am happy to know you.
July 31, 2010 at 3:15 am
YESSSS!!
July 31, 2010 at 4:29 am
Here Here sister, sing loud, sing clear, our sisterhood,our daughters, sisters,mothers, ourselves, need to remember the beauty they have been created with.
Joanny
thanks for visiting my blog and commenting I appreciate your kind words, and always welcome you.
July 31, 2010 at 6:16 am
We are beautiful. He is an amazing artist.
We need to notice more. Say it more.
Thank you for this beautiful reminder 🙂
July 31, 2010 at 8:02 am
The enemy of our souls
prefers us to compete
convincing us that not all can receive the same love from the Father
hammering the lie
that to acknowledge the beauty in another
diminishes us
We all are His, chosen, beloved
each of us His favorite one.
July 31, 2010 at 1:27 pm