A Beauty Glorious

Hey, ya'all. Just wanted to drop you a little news item that I think you'll be interested in. If you've ever picked up BRIO magazine, you know that it's a pretty awesome publication, full of a fun Christian perspective on everything girls face today. Well, BRIO as we have known it is coming to an end. Focus on the Family is going to put it into the hands of a new organization who will take it from here. (If you're a BRIO subscriber, don't worry, you'll get your copy same as always.)

This being the case, Susie Shellenberger, our beloved editor of BRIO, is moving on. She's now starting her own magazine for teen girls, and calling it SUSIE. I've looked at her blog, www.susieshellenberger.blogspot.com, and it looks like she's already got a really exciting vision for what this new magazine will look like. If you have a few minutes, I'd encourage you to pop over there and check it out. Susie's really interested to know what you think, and she's giving away tons of fun prizes!

My daughter, you are beautiful.
I twisted every strand of DNA with my own fingers.
I chose your hair that shines,
I chose your eyes that glow.
Every dimple,
Every lash,
Every inch of your skin,
I made myself!
“She’s perfect,” I said.
“Do you see my daughter? She’s captivating!”

My daughter, you are loved.
I watch you laugh,
I watch you grow.
One glance takes my breath away.
Every image sketched,
Every point scored,
Every note sung,
I burst with pride.
“Do you see her? Look!
That one’s mine.”

My daughter, you are known.
I have counted every hair on your head.
I know your ideal guy,
your most embarrassing moment,
your favorite kind of ice cream.
I know your fears and your ambitions.
I know every secret you’ve ever had.
I know your past,
your present,
and your future.
I know you better than you know yourself.

My precious daughter, you are held.
I have seen the tears,
the nights when your pillow is soaked.
I have seen the heart that was shattered,
the hopes and dreams so cruelly dashed.

Oh, my daughter, I have seen.
I have caught every tear in a bottle
and I keep it close to my heart.
I collected the pieces of your heart,
and I hold them still,
longing to restore them.
My arms are ready,
open,
reaching.
Run to me!
Run to me!
And I will give you rest.