a dear soul just sent me a painting in my inbox, it's of a woman, and a focal point of the painting is her legs. ( maybe i'll post it) but anyway, my friend sent it to me, and said, " it reminded me of your limp, you are beautiful."

it wasn't until she said that just now, that i really reflected on something: i have never seen my legs as beautiful. just incredibly faithful. they have scars, they are not perfectly straight, and they certainly aren't long. ( hahaha)

but they do tell a story. they are part of my chance to remind earth that Heaven is real. i think i will let them be beautiful now.

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