It is true.
No expectations to be.
Some days there is freedom in this,
The flaws are all she sees.
While never alone, she stays afloat..
Forgets what will never be.
Silently hurts for the thoughts that surface of her lack of outer beauty.
She runs the words over again, a Proverbs 3:15 reminder.
But fights the demons who come against, who hold on tightly inside her.
“More precious than jewels, will I ever be?
O Lord, could that be me?”
The doubt glides through like a hawk on it’s prey,
With focused determination in it’s confidant way.
And no matter how often she reads those words,
What she sees cannot be hid.
And combatting the painful truth is hard,
Especially when you know you’re His.
God sees beyond the outer flaws, and knows you deep within.
Through the scars often left behind, He sees beauty past the skin.
And loves you for your pleasantness, and cheers you on your peaceful path.
What you call imperfect flaws,
He calls perfect eternal love.. Eternal love that lasts.
“She is more precious than jewels, and nothing you desire can compare with her.
Long life is in her right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
Inspired by the new scar located on my throat following neck surgery…