Every day, I learn a little more about God's heart and how He sees me, how He's working to shape my heart into one that is like His ('... and when Jesus heard it, He said to them, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.  I have not come here to call the righteous, but sinners."' - Mark 2:17).  When I reflect that love, I feel beautiful in a full, carefree way.

I've been praying for someone to see that light in me, praying to love someone wholeheartedly and boldly.  But when someone comes along with such a warm heart that shines wherever he goes, I retreat inside myself again in fear that it'll never be enough.

I have the deepest hopes, but not the least in expectations.  If our paths are just meant to cross for a season, then I'll be grateful for that.