I got a new bath pouff for Christmas with some bath gel and powder and such. When I was getting ready for work this morning, I saw beauty in the pouff--kind of funny you may think. When I looked at that pouff I saw the friendship from which it was given. I saw luxury and pampering. I saw love for myself.
Today just so happens to be Payday as well as Friday and the start of a three day weekend. A great day. I have money in the bank to pay my house payment. Which, translates to my home and my home is beautiful--not my house mind you, my home. My house is a regular house, nothing real special, but every evening that I come home as I come down the street my heart begins to rest and I find belonging.
As for Friday before a long weekend--you just can't really beat that. I figure when Jesus comes back, He'll come on a Friday. Now that would be the ultimate Friday. Friday night is my favorite night of the weekend. On Friday night there are two free days spread before you--this Friday there are three days. A time of rest and fellowship.
You may or may not have noticed that I changed my profile picture. My new picture is of me when I was probably six. We lived on Donald street in Garland. I can remember the green of the St. Augustine grass and the climability of the Sycamore tree in the front yard.
This is my favorite picture of myself. I look at little Summer in her eyes and I see love and hope and laughter--and a beautiful, snaggle-tooth smile. I see all of my potential in this little girl's face. I see her beautiful heart. I see her beautiful girl-ness. As I look at her, I hope to see the same beauty in my heart--surely, it has not left us; surely our beauty is just in hiding.
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