my beautiful rescue

Someday the tombs will break and the veil will split as the last gasping breath leaves your lungs but tonight she pulls you to her chest as those tiny lungs expand for the very first time and suddenly nothing else seems to matter, not the whispers or the rumors the sleepless nights the long journey or the excruciating pain There's only this moment and your perfect face. Hope is born and God is WITH us and the smell of sweat and birth mingled with milk and manure reminds us that sometimes the most glorious of stories begins in the dirtiest of places. The Creator and the created the Giver and the gift the holy and the human. They've all heard about you but tonight so few seem to notice you're here. You know you're not at all what they had in mind and you'll turn everything upside down. You'll call the tax collector out from the crowd and down from the tree and tell him to invite you home, command the Pharisees to drop the stones

"I wish my hair was white like Elsa's, but it's not...it's just BROWN." You said it almost sadly, twisting your hair between your fingers and caressing your doll's long, thick braid. And I get it - you're three years old, and in your little world, Elsa is the most popular princess on the playground, with a dress that spins and hands that create ice castles. So I just laughed and told you your hair is perfect. But what I really wanted to do? I wanted to grab your face and look you in the eyes and tell you that you are GORGEOUS. Stunning. Mesmerizing. And you actually are...you have these big, bright eyes that turn a gorgeous shade of blue when the sun hits them and straight, shiny hair that falls perfectly from the moment you wake up. You're really pretty ....I'd think so even if I wasn't your mom. But it's more than that. Because I know things you don't. I know the fascination with Elsa will fade, but the princesses will m