the most beautiful woman in the world

three years ago. a needy moment. me, asking him, in girlish greed, ‘do you think i’m the most beautiful woman in the world?’

him, my husband, being ever-literal, pausing then saying, ‘well, it would be impossible for me to have married the most beautiful…” and me, not hearing the rest, through smash of soul and slosh of tears.

he was right. nevertheless, i needed, somehow, to know that to him, i was.

why? this need to be the ‘most’ to the ones we love?

even now, as i walk along leaf-strewn path in autumn colour, i feel my baby kick and think, i am alone in this maternal moment. no one else has ever known this miracle of flesh within. meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of women give birth each day.

perhaps we reflect God’s need to be adored… we are, after all, made in the image of a jealous God.

yet he is also merciful. for, while we fail to give him worship, God still sees our quivering lips, our knobby knees…

and when we bow, we are alone with the Maker of the Universe, as he counts the hairs on our heads and dies for us, all over again.

along with the rest of the world.


“An infinite God can give all of Himself to each of His children… to each He gives all of Himself as fully as if there were no others.” (A.W. Tozer)



  1. A. said,

    October 28, 2009 at 10:12 pm

    LOVE this EM!! (and esp. the quote at the end) I think after a while, you should compile all your blogs and make a devotional book … 365 days of imperfect prose =)
    looking forward!
    love a.

  2. Linda said,

    October 29, 2009 at 3:00 am

    Such poignant thoughts Emily. I think you are right. We all have that need to know we are the most “something”.
    The Father loves us so lavishly that it really is just as though each of us was the most special to Him. I often think of that when I pray. How many voices are raised to Him at the same time at any given moment, and yet He hears my little voice as though I were His only child. So precious.

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