Just a silly girl who puts cream and
sugar in her mug before the coffee, because it tastes better that
way. Who never turns the clothes right-side-in before folding them,
if she folds them at all. A messy girl who allows spiders to live
in the corners and dust on the shelves, yet won't sleep if there are
dishes needing washed. Just a simple girl who loves most to sit in
natures perfected silence watching the clouds part, always imagining
what heaven must feel like on the inside, pondering the depths of
this life, wishing for deeper meaning, smiling at the center of it
all. A sometimes quiet, yet always laughing, girl who longs for the
day when nothing but laughter exists. Just a little girl wearing the shell
of a woman who finally understands that life isn't as easy now as it
was back then. Back when she could run free as the wind. Always
dreaming of the day she would become someone wiser, more lovely, the
day she would find the meaning of life. The little girl under it all,
beneath the weight of everything trying to hold her down, taking in
deep breaths of mercy because He allows it. Because despite her
feeble knees and weak hands still He loves her. Still she doesn't
understand, but forever He loves her.
