I didn’t believe them.
Couldn’t be. I’m much too dainty.
Well, except maybe for the occasional snort with an uncontrollable laugh.
But the other morning I woke suddenly to some kind of squeal. I listened, strained to hear.
I dozed off.
And then a rumble. Or something.
And I knew. Yep. Without doubt.
Not me! I mean. I’m the one who struggles to sleep between a snoring husband and a snoring dog.
I am a serene sleeper. A movie star sleeper. Hair spread just so on the pillow. Arm crooked just so. Hand properly posed. Makeup intact. Slight smile.
I stumbled downstairs and peered into the mirror through sleep-swollen, sand-laden eyes. And I wanted to gag.
“You are beautiful.”
I lifted my head toward a cobweb-laden corner. Lord, is that you? I think angel feathers are blocking your view.
“You are precious in my sight.”
Nuh-uh! Really? Well, okay. But, Lord, I smell!
“You smell like a flower, a sweet fragrance.”
But . . . but . . .
“You are my beloved.”
Whatever the sight.
Whatever the sound.
Whatever the smell.
He delights over me. He sings over me.
He loves me! All the time.
All the time. He loves me!
When do you feel beautiful? When do you feel loved?
“[He exclaimed] O my love, how beautiful you are! There is no flaw in you! Song of Solomon 4:7 (Message)
“Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God.” 2 Corinthians 2:15a (NLT)
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