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Inside Out~ Beautiful Girl


I was blessed to sit for a while with a beautiful young woman tonight at the football scrimmage.  Beautiful inside and out.

She is poised, strong, courageous and intelligent and and compassionate.    I admire her as a forward thinking woman with vision, focus, determination and passion. If all of this wasn't enough...she is hard working, always learning and very loyal and dedicated.  Tough on the outside but all mush inside.  If she could, she would bring every abused dog to her house.  

And...her world has been turned inside out.  Her best friend left for college and she is reeling with emotion.  Yes, she is independent and she will be fine.  In time, she will find some sense of equilibrium and security within herself. 

But for now her heart is turned inside out.  Raw.  And I worry for her.  Pray that she will never harden that heart or become afraid to give it all she has.  To hold back.  

Inside out is also a great time.  A time to stir the compost of one's heart in order to be able to hold and grow new dreams.  To learn who she is and be content with that person.  A great time to lean on God and grow into Him and Be with Him.  

One thing I have learned is that these are the times in life that real growth happens.  Painful and lonely.  Times where a woman has to face herself and be o.k. with that person.  

If I could tell her what I know now...that times like these will come and go.  Don't run away but face them down.

If I could tell her what I know now...to let go of expectations of others and accept unconditionally her own strengths and limitations.

I'll be praying for this beautiful girl! 

 


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