I am bewitchingly beautiful.
My mind overflows with pearls by the mouthful,
Healing dawns in the crisp new morn,
But by noon I am worn ragged by the duel.
Noticing, I stop and rest,
And try to conjure truth: I am blessed.
Releasing all that stands contrary,
Reminding myself; I am hesed, crowned with righteousness.
In this busy world, saturated with messages of unworthiness, we need to stop and remind ourselves of the truth: we are loved and adored; fearfully and wonderfully made.
