Beautiful.

She rises early with sleepy eyes and a bright smile.

She is infused with excitement for the new day.

Her little face and little hands are scrubbed clean.

She asks “Do I look beautiful, Mommy?”

Yes, precious girl.  You are beautiful. 

You are fearfully and wonderfully made.  You are truly beautiful.

She twirls in her rainbow dress; her face lit with joy.

Her Master’s workmanship shown for all to see, for His glory.

She asks “Do I look beautiful, when I dance, Mommy?”

Yes, precious girl. You are beautiful.

God made your dancing legs; you are healthy and strong.

You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are truly beautiful.

When you dance, you show God’s beautiful creativity.

You show the heart of His plan.

In the midst of dinner time busy, she remembers to bow her head.

She opens one eye and slips her hand into mine, smiling.

Quietly she says thank you for her food.

The precious girl is learning what beautiful is. 

Learning how to honor the One who made her.

She snuggles into bed at the end of the day; eyes heavy.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she wispers,

“Mommy, I think you are beautiful, just like me.  God made both of us beautiful.”

She now understands.  Her child like faith truly believes.  She trusts her Maker.

Yes, precious girl. We are beautiful; made in His image.  For His glory.

You are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are truly beautiful.

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