Fragile

One of our pastor's little girls every time I see her looks at me and tells me I'm beautiful. Usually it's early in the morning when she comes into class and it's just after I worked and look absolutely disgusting. I feel so dirty and ugly. But this precious little girl has the sweetest soul to tell me that. I guess that's God's reminder that when I think I look horrible that day that He thinks I'm beautiful.
After that she smiles and says, "You're fragile." She's only two so I don't think she knows what that word means. And I wondered why her dad taught her that word. But I think it's because her dad wants her to know that she is fragile; Jesus holds her carefully in His hands. She is a princess and can break really easily. But Jesus can mend her back together. Frailty is not always bad, because no matter how fragile something is, it can be put back together. He wanted her to know she is gentle, she's light-hearted and is God's precious daughter that he will never leave broken. She is fragile like a flower that grows new petals every season.
And I have been very fragile. But that is exactly what I needed to know.