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Beauty


I was reminded this week that I have a unique beauty that only I can give to the world as a woman and as an individual. It reminded me of this post I wrote 3 years ago...

I walk by her at the front desk every morning. A very put-together, no-nonsense woman. I'm very intimidated by her and usually try to avoid eye-contact.

Until today.

I don't normally use the first-floor ladies room, but this morning the one upstairs was full and so was my bladder, so I ran downstairs and as I walked into the ladies room, so did she. 

I asked her how her morning was going, and what ensued was a conversation about life, love, and loss. She explained how she had moved from Virginia not too long ago to be closer to her elderly parents. Just days after she had moved in, her Daddy passed away. She described sitting by his side and laying her head on his head as he took his final breaths. Now she went home every afternoon to take care of her mom who is a stroke victim. 

I was speechless. I could see the softness in her eyes that I had never noticed before. My own eyes teared up and all I wanted to do was hug her. But all I could do was murmur a "God bless you" as she walked back to the front desk.

Beneath that tough exterior was a woman who felt deeply and loved deeply. 

How wonderfully God has created us women! 

As women we bring something into the world that is ours alone to give. Who puts fresh flowers in a vase, or lights candles for a bath, or sets out a pretty table cloth for dinner? We give beauty to the world. Why are so many nurses and school teachers women? Because we have a way with the sick, and the elderly, and the young--a tender way, a nurturing way--that cannot be duplicated by a man. And yet it takes a certain strength to see loved ones pass away or others make the wrong decisions in life and still love them and stand up for them. 

Ladies, you are the beauty in your world, and it has nothing to do with what you look like or what you do for a living. And you are not the beauty that is timid or weak. You are a fierce breed that protects those entrusted to you. May the world see more and more of your beauty each day.



Comments

Cay said…
Thanks! Today I am having a girl's luncheon with 5 preteen girls and their mothers. China and tea cups adorn the table. Gifts and a craft await. This should be fun. Passing on womanhood!
Sarah Heath said…
I love it! I wish someone had done that with me as a child. Good reminder to do it with the young girls in my life :)

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