A young woman watched as her Friend worked diligently over a piece of wood. His pierced hands seemed to glide over the hard and stubborn substance and ever so surely molded it into what He saw in His mind.
"It's going to be beautiful," the girl said happily, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Her Friend simply smiled and continued His work, and ever so surely a figure began to make its way from the surface. And…He was done. He lifted up the figure and handed it to the girl.
"For you."
The girl's eyes widened and looked down at the gift. "T-thank Y-you," she stammered. She looked back up at Him, curious. "But may I ask who it is?"
The Man smiled and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "It's you, My Child."
"But—" The girl was in shock, and she looked down at her feet. But I don't look like that at all. There's no way I could be that beautiful…
"But you are."
The girl's head snapped up to see His face smiling.
"It's how I see you." Then, He kissed her forehead, and she smiled brightly.
This popped into my head about a few weeks ago, but I hadn't been able to write it down. Hope you liked it!
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