When my hair fell out in fist fulls, there came the eventual time to shave it all off. Marci, my daughter lovingly shaved my head, while I silently cried. A woman and her hair are dearly connected! There is something about losing one's hair, standing before the mirror feeling naked, exposed, showing every bump and blemish on your head, making your face feel unflattering and unfamilar. My husband came into the bathroom. Shame. I quickly covered my head with a towel. He just stood there and looked into my eyes. "Honey, let me see", as he gently urged me to take off the towel. Trust. I slowly exposed my bald head. He took my face in his hands, and kissed my head all over and said, "My beautiful wife".
It reminds me of another Husband who knows our blemished nakedness and sees His beautiful bride.
No matter what you look like on the outside it is what is in the inside that counts. You are beautiful no matter what you look like. Let your inner beauty shine brightly.
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