Behold the Beauty

Beauty and the Beast

There isn't much to be said here. You can see for yourself that Beauty is in the eye of this beholder. She is the word to me and she completes the idea. When she cries I stare, I can't get enough of what I see, even though I cry within. When she laughs I feel her laughter's radiance on my skin. She is mine and I am hers. She will be beauty and strength when I am weak and old. She is my life.

This is what people will remember when I have left. “He had a beautiful daughter that could hang the moon.” Surely goodness and mercy has already overflowed my soul, surely God has blessed me beyond measure? Should I ever wonder, she will remind me of how God smiled upon me when He gave me her to love. If imperfect man could love his child this much – how much more does a perfect God love her? But she is easy to love. Could He love me? And the answer comes through overwhelmingly loud and clear – YES! – He shows it every time she raps her arms around me. His love for me is evident every time she wants me over all the world. I am hers and she is mine and we are His and He is ours.