From the Gypsy Mama : On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for fun, for practice, for joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker.
Today's prompt: Beautiful.
Zoe, my love, I only have five minutes to tell you a truth that is deeper than the roots of the tallest tree, stronger than the foundations of Everest. I want you to listen, little one; this won't take long, and if you can hear me, really hear me and let it soak deep into your bones, this truth will take you by the hand and guide you through the darkest nights.
You are beautiful.
I'm not talking about your enormous brown eyes or the way your smile lights up the room or the dimple in the middle of your bottom lip. Those things are beautiful, yes, but it's something more than that, something even more real than the skin you walk around in.
You, my child, were dreamed up in the heart of a beautiful God, fashioned and formed in the secret places (not so secret to me, and this is part of why I love you so much) to reflect someone and something so glorious that it made a man's face glow for days when he saw nothing but the tail end of it.
When you stretch out your tiny hands, I see Him reaching out to me, and this is almost too much to bear, because I know that my hands, the ones that hold you close in the small hours of the morning, they carry His fingerprints, too. You and me and Daddy and every single person you will ever meet (and there will be many, my little traveller), each one of us has been carefully crafted from a cloth stamped by the Divine.
Do you see what a difference this makes? Do you see how it changes everything?
It doesn't matter if you have flawless skin or glossy, perfect hair. It doesn't matter how tall you are or what angle your teeth take as they push through your gums or whether you're happy with the way you look in your clothes, because beauty is your birthright as a child of the Creator.
You, my love, are beautiful. So am I. And so is every single person who has ever been born.