value and worth

i wrote this back on my sisters birthday. i feel like its an
"abi poem" because its more rhymey like her's always are and mine so rarely
seem to be.
i guess because i was missing her and missing her birthday i was
channeling some abi creativity.

but i hadn't wanted to share this. i still don't really. but since i'm trying to be more honest...
*grins*

(it also is not finished and needs help. so judge nicely *smiles*)

my value and worth is not determined
by the size of my thighs
or the color in my eyes

my value lies in the knowledge that I am the pinnacle of all creation.
that i am the cherished one of the creator.
that there is a lover who sees me and loves what he sees

my value and worth is not determined
by the degrees on my wall
or the way my waist is or isn’t small.

my beauty is in each tender touch i extend
in every inviting smile to a stranger feeling alone
it lies in the way my eyes dance and shine after getting
my hands dirty helping someone else.

my value and worth is not determined
by the boys who say i’m pretty
and find everything i say to be so silly.

my beauty is the overflow of grace and
the contentment that today mercy is new for me,
mercy is new in me to dance and breath and be.

my beauty is in each hug offered
in every prayer uttered and
in each giggle that escapes my mouth.

my beauty is in the way He shines in my eyes.
not the amount of make-up on my face
or the latest fashions adorning my body.

no matter how i do or do not feel
every curve has been hand stamped unique and lovely and
good.
and i look so good to Him.

my beauty lies in the passion i have for the enslaved,
my sparkle comes from fighting for the voiceless
and seeking justice for every heart.
my beauty was bestowed long ago and
its value will not cease.
not now, not ever...

............................
"oooooo please, sweet Jesus, let there be snow on the ground and falling from the sky in 2 weeks. 
that is probably one of my only Christmas wishes. amen."