Beautiful

You have made everything beautiful in its time.  Ecclesiastes 3:11

Are my tears beautiful to You Lord?

I don’t feel very beautiful.

And yet, in the midst of this darkness I see Your beauty.

I see how You alone have come to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoner. Isaiah 61:1

I am not a prisoner or captive during this season of mourning.

I am free.

Free to be sad.

Free to be who I am in this process.

Free to be who You created me to be.

Free to be beautiful in my grief…

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die…a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance…
– Ecclesiastes 3:1-11

Even with tear stained cheeks you are still beautiful. You are loved today, more than you will ever know.

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