He who loves does not make out appearance; love does not look at ugliness, because it is called love, because it often loves ugliness. – St. John Chrysostom

How dare I judge ugliness? Who do I think I am to look at the creation of God and place myself in His position and proclaim the creation as anything less than beautiful?

Should I forget where He found me? In what putrification He saw me? And loved me? From what defacation of my own making He pulled me?

He did not hesitate to enter the quagmire of my life to save me. All while I screamed how much I despised Him.

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