Beautiful

I've been stuck on this word lately: beautiful. I know why... but it doesn't really matter. It's one of those "I think about you when I look or hear anything" type of things. Well, anyways, I was looking through pictures on deviantart.com (which is a little hit or miss) and I came across this picture. I like it. Maybe this is because my blog is titled, "More than a Post-It" and also because of my newly formed obsession with the word beautiful.
Almost a month ago, while I was driving, I was thinking about the phrase, "You are beautiful." It gets me. I was in one of the moods... the type where you don't want to be strong and instead feel sorry for yourself. (I try to limit those moods). But, I felt like I needed to be real and so I started to think about how no one would call me beautiful anymore, something I had taken for granted before. And so, I was sad and I began to pray... because I had caught myself thinking that I was allowed to feel sorry for myself. I asked to be fulfilled, to realize that God had a plan for me, to be satisfied... and I kept driving. I kept praying... talking out loud... complaining... but asking... one of those moments when you just want God to answer you. And then, I see it! Above the freeway, fastened to a bridge, was an enormous sign that said, "YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL." So, thank you for the sign... whomever you may be that decided to tie it to the bridge. God used it for me.