He sees the scars on my soul, but like Christ’s they’re just sign of victory.
He sees my craving for being perfect, but I’m already a masterpiece of God.
He sees my body, but wants to protect my purity.
He sees the light in my eyes, but much more important: He sees Christ in me and sees the woman God wants to give him as bride.
I hope one day I’m gonna find the man telling me that he’s as much in love with me as Christ with His church.
I hate hipsters. Their smug faces, vegan diet, tiny feet & sawdust bedding. No wait. Hamsters. I hate hamsters.