Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
I know I’m cute. Okay, that’s a pretty conceited way to start, but it’s in the website name, so I am not sure what else you were expecting.
(You can breathe out now; it’s just a joke).
But seriously, I know I am beautiful. Not because I know how to perform the art of making-up. Not because I know how to “combine.” Just for the simple reason that God created me. And we all know how good He is at what He does.
Because of how great Pops’ work is, I understand the compulsion to appreciate it. I mean, I have found myself gaping quite unattractively at an artfully curved cloud.
But where I flipping draw the line is when males I don’t know call me “baby.” Especially creepy men old enough to be my uncle or dad.
Ew. Seriously. Ew.
Only one Person can rightfully call me baby! Because, well, I am.
And I will gladly be His. Because, well, He is not creepy. Neither is He an ordinary man.
He is pretty cool, actually. And famous, too. His name is Jesus. You should read up on Him sometime in John 3:16.
You just might like him. (Jk. You will definitely like Him).