Who being loved is poor? Love is, above all, a gift of oneself.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Help me to see..

Pink and purple hews fill the sky as the sun peaks over the mountians. The smell of salt fills the air and as the cool water tickles my toes a smile creeps on my lips. The wind plays with my hair and I feel as free as a bird. The water looks like diamonds. How can anything be more beautiful? I can't look in the mirror and think I am worthy of any sort of comparison. God said humans are His best creation...take a longer look next time you're in front of your mirror, what would God say about you?

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