Humanity, what do you see?

Do you ever look past a person's clothing style? Don't you want to be able to look past someone's skin? To look past their muscles, their bones, their flesh? To see someone in their center, their soul?

Boy, do I ever... and it's because I want the world to do that with me. I don't want you to look at me and see a girl; part-Asian, mostly American. I don't want you to see 5'5". I don't want to be known for a pants-size, or for the clothes I wear. I don't want you to see my hair color, or not-so-straight teeth. Please look past that. Look and see my heart. Do you see where it dwells? Look at my soul and who it belongs to.

I am a servant of Jesus Christ. My heart dwells in His heart. I belong to Him. He is my Beloved and I am His. My beauty is not worn on my sleeve--it's deep within me. I am beautiful because He is. Anything in me that's worth looking at is truly Christ in me.