Endless love

I have a deep love for a woman that can appreciate and encourage other women without feeling less of herself. Someone who promotes joy and a understanding outside the limits of her own desires and understanding.

My heart swells for the woman who has these qualities but bares the scares upon her soul from the attacks her spirit has taken to arrive at such a moment. This women has fought the good fight, held her head high in the face of defeat and said, "I will not allow this to break my spirit." she understands her voice is important and will make it heard for the women who follow her. when others see her face they see strength and humility. When they hear her voice they hear you can be this women.

 This woman's battles are not lost because she fights and she will conquer whatever she faces. She is able to do so not because she has super hero strengths or special powers but because she refuses to give up. This woman will teach others to keep striving for their best; not because she desires praise but because she loves and is love. She will not leave a bruised heart behind. she remembers how badly the bruises hurt.

I get out of bed each day for the women who have not yet arrived to this moment in their life. You do not see your beauty, you are not encouraged, and you don't know you matter. You are beautiful, I will encourage you, and you do matter to me. It is possible to reach this moment you just have to want it. I will not give up on you! The moment is yours for the taking and you don't have to take the journey alone. There can not be any bruised hearts left behind because there are more hearts that need to heal. So the journey continues until all women know they matter and their hearts find purpose.

The heart of a child.

The heart of a little child is not something that should be set aside for another day. Jesus said let the little children come to me. The heart of a child should demand attention and make your heart burst with love and concern.

 We all began as a little child. We were all once innocent and without bias. We were dreamers and loved with deep, sincere, and adoring hearts; smiling as if to say, "look at me and see me"!

 An infant in its own right is an absolute miracle knit together with a love unmeasureable by human understanding. A love so deep that when loved by our maker we may never feel fully loved again by anyone else. We were not mistakes or an event that happened by chance. We were loved before anyone knew of our existence; a divine appointment between only ourselves and our Abba. Who else can argue the importance of our being? Have the heart of a little child . Internally we are still little children saying look at me and see me.