Who calls me Beautiful?

Before the beginning of time, I knew you. I knew what colour your eyes would be, and I could hear the sound of your laughter.
Like a proud father who carries a picture of his daughter, I carried the image of you in My eyes, for you were created in My image.
Before the beginning of time, I chose you. I spoke your name into the heavens, and I smiled as its melody resounded off the walls
of My heart.
You are Mine. My love for you extends farther than the stars in the sky and deeper than any ocean. You are My pearl of great price,
the one for whom I gave everything. I cradle you in the palm of My hand. I love you even in the face of your failure. Nothing you say
or do can cause Me to stop loving you. I am relentless in My pursuit of you. Run from Me - I will love you. Spurn Me - I will love you.
Reject yourself - I will love you. You see, My love for you was slain before the foundations of the world and I have never regretted
the sacrifice I made for you at Calvary.
When I see every part of who you are, I marvel at the work of My hands, for I whispered words of longing and desire and you came
into existence. You are beautiful, and I take pleasure in you - heart, mind, and body. You are My desire. When you turn your head in
shame and despise what I have made, I still reach for you with gentle passion. You are My beloved and I am yours.
(Adapted from 1 John 3:2, Isaiah 43:1, Matt 13:46, Eph 1:4, Rev 13:8, Ps 149:4, Song of Sol 7:10 & 6:3 by Regina Franklin - Who calls me Beautiful?)
by Regina Franklin