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there are some moments…
i am so happy to be me.
Those are usually moments though when I acknowledge and am in awe of my Maker.
Because He reveals to me in downtrodden moments where something seems too hard, and because it is too hard, I feel not good enough, that He is an artist magnifique! He even made DaVinci, and VanGogh and Monet and all the ones that know beauty the best. He shows me the skies that have an array of colors with a new palette of colors and shades within a day. He puffs up different shapes in clouds for us to enjoy- sometimes glorious and sometimes funny. He provides the wind to remind me of His coolness and His power when He decides to blow me away.. literally. And when I am awestruck, humbled, and slack-jawed sometimes when I take a moment to pause to look at His masterpieces which He creates with but a breath every day, He reminds me that after all that, He considers me beautiful. When I am miserable about that new bulbous pimple on my cheek, or feeling that extra junk in my trunk on my daily two minute runs courtesy of the late night fried chicken, or just wondering who in the world could ever love a smelly gal like me, He shows me His marvelous creation and says I created YOU and I deem you beautiful! THE GUY WHO MADE THE SKIES and the SEAS and the TREES and the BEESKNEES of all things holymacaroly beautiful!
That’s when I am happy to be me.
Not gonna lie- just farted a nice doozy wearing my sweats and feeling a little oily and need to take a shower. But close my eyes and remember the skies and today’s view- still beautiful.