There are times when I really let Satan get my self image down. I don’t intend to let him in, but somehow, I guess he finds a loophole. He must be very good at squirming in, too. I look at myself in the mirror and think, what in the world does he see in me? The world glorifies skinny, pretty young women, and I look at the pear shape in the mirror and sigh, but then I hear God say, “He likes pears.” 🙂
My husband, to his credit, does an amazing job of making me feel loved and wanted. Besides the obvious physical signs that he needs me, I am noticing more often than I used to that he flavors his speech about me…. most recently, he refers to me as “his bride”. He can’t keep his hands off me, and I am finding out more and more lately, that there are places that his hands go that I really like. All of the sudden, him running his hands through my hair makes me feel amazing. It brings on very strong feelings I haven’t felt in awhile. Running his hands, not his fingertips, across my skin is very erogenous. I love hands on skin contact. He is doing that more often without me having to ask.
All this to say, when I look in the mirror now, God allows me to see what my husband finds so attractive in me. Yes, he does like pears.