...and he saw it was good...when he sees the parts I would rather no one else see, he delights. He sees good. He sees value and worth and beauty. He pushes me to use my talents, my gifts AND makes the path straight for me to do so. He sees a girl who still has a hard time remembering grace. A woman miraculously redeemed, forgiven, set free. He sees freedom. He sees it when I cannot. He believes it when I do not.
It is a beautiful thing to be loved by another broken, fallen, redeemed human being. A beautiful gift indeed. Here's to a dozen more!