You made pink beautiful to me
Pink?
Ha, what do You think I am?
I am a warrior. A survivor. A strong, independent woman... capable of many great things in life.
Not some delicate girl, some fragile thing - nor do I want to flag that way.
I don't want to be seen as vain, either. Self-absorbed, as pink is.
However, You're in charge.
So, pink it is...
...because you see me.
You see past the walls, past the shields, past the armor.
You see the girl inside.
You want me to know that with You, I can have pink.
You want me to embrace my femininity,
my fragility,
my simple beauty,
and how delicate I can be... when my walls are down.
You want me to know that You value the girl inside the armor.
That I am beautiful even when I am weak,
and that You want to be there for me when I am.
Your gift of Pink tells me I am worthy of having those moments,
of a complete human existence,
good and bad,
and we can celebrate all of it.
It is a reminder that when I am out in the world,
being a warrior, being a survivor
being a strong, independent, and capable woman,
that You see me as complete,
valued as whole,
beautiful,
and worthy.