I thought I could post my blog story. Why I started, why things changed, where I want things to go, but I am not feeling it. Sorry, maybe because it is not much of a story. I started to have an outlet and have let things evolve on their own.
Then yesterday, I went to a talk about fear. I saw some amazing things. I felt some amazing things. My husband and I sat down and had a great talk about it all. ... but still no B word that struck me as a post.
Until ... 8pm Speed Crop.
That is my word.
That is a hard word for me to say. Beautiful. Especially if I were to say, "I am beautiful." (way easier to type by the way)
But, I am beautiful. I have beautiful big brown eyes, beautiful wavy brown hair, I am a beautifully short 5'5", I am beautiful at the size I am and will only be more beautiful as I shrink.
I have to be beautiful, I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I was made in the image of God and I am loved. I am beautiful in my brokenness. - oh that could have been a good one too. But beautiful is better.
Besides if I were not beautiful how could I make these beauties?
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