God loves me—the real me. He doesn’t love the “idea” of me, doesn’t love me in the abstract way, but the true, raw, unfiltered, bare-bones, no-frills soul parts. He loves even the parts I can’t mask or shove away in a corner.
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She had two-inch burgundy nails, glitter on her eyes, and the biggest smile I’d ever seen—and she made my day.
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