I look up from my work and there she stands.
A little sugar,
a whole lot of spice—
exactly as He intended to make her.
There she stands.
Squinting eyes that twinkle with joy.
An adorable, kitty cat dress.
Sweet. Girly. Proper. Polite.
This. This is the sugar.
But there she stands, a whole lot of spice, too.
Spice so feisty it can’t be overlooked.
Spice so feisty it can’t be contained.
Yes, there she stands.
An ornery, crooked smile.
A gleeful giggle bubbling to the surface, just seconds from erupting.
And that headband.
Let’s not forget that headband.
A dainty, red and white polka dot accessory adorned with a bow,
meant to perch atop a head of tamed, manicured locks.
A headband meant to be the cherry atop a sweet little sundae.
Yes, let’s not forget that headband.
It crosses her forehead, no bow in sight.
It tries to contain her crazy mess of untamed waves and curls.
Instead of the cherry atop a sundae it looks more like the iconic accessory of Rambo.
Yes. A little sugar, a whole lot of spice.
But I can’t help but smile.
I can’t help but laugh.
This girl is one-of-a-kind,
This girl is made just as He intended.
This girl, like us all, is fearfully and wonderfully made.
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made,” –Psalm 139:14
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