Most Precious
Now, you may giggle or roll your eyes at this but it was so sweet. For him to leave the house and leave me with those words.
I'm blessed to have a husband who will delve into the woman psyche to realize that she needs to hear that she's important, and above all, precious and beautiful.
As I watched him walk to the car, I glanced in the mirror by the door. Beautiful isn't the word I would use to describe myself. Tired, worn out, ragged. Yes. Beautiful........nope.....don't see it. That's why it's so great that 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.'
He beholds me as beautiful. Regardless of what my present circumstances are. Regardless of the baby spit and tattered pj's I'm wearing. He doesn't care that my hair resembles Medusa, or that my eyes are stained with mascara. I am his beautiful.
What's more important to a woman than her value? Precious. Like a rare ruby, a diamond, gold. When you look upon something precious, there's a twinkle in your eye. You appreciate the uniqueness, rarity, the value.
Something precious is something that has been formed over time. An oil painting that the artist took years to paint. A mural on the side of a building. A potter and his clay. Precious. Also in the eye of the beholder. I am precious to my husband.
My Dad would call me precious. I was his precious. No one, until now, has ever called me by that nickname.
I asked my Dad why he called me precious. He answered,' Well, my daughter, when you were born I ran all the way to the hospital to see you. I couldn't wait to see you. I love you.'
My Dad is so special to me. Not because of what he said, but because he loves me. He loved me first. I didn't have to do anything to earn his love. Didn't have to say the right thing, dress the right way or get good grades. I was born. That was enough.
So, when my husband left me with those words this morning, I knew I married the right man. God gave him to me, I didn't do anything to earn him. God too thinks I'm beautiful and precious. He loved me before I was formed.
If you find that you're not good enough, you think you're not beautiful or precious, look in the mirror. It's not what you see that makes you beautiful..........it's who loves you that makes you beautiful and precious.
God loves you. Therefore you are a rare gem that twinkles when He looks at you. When God thinks of you He smiles.
You are His most beautiful and precious.
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