I have two daughters. Each is beautiful, smart, and funny but I don't love either of them because of these attributes. I love them because they are mine ... at least for a while. When I read their little handwritten love notes, I see myself as loving. When I hear their uncontrolled laughter, I have to laugh myself. And when I see the innocence in their big, brown eyes I am reminded that I was once innocent, too. For a moment I get a glimpse of myself as I believe my Father sees me ... pure, holy, beautiful ... with unlimited potential. And I am restored.
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