My name, Amanda, means worthy of love. Strange, since I've spent twenty-seven years of my life believing otherwise. But, just now, it hit me. I'm worthy of love because I'm God's creation. It's not because I'm something fabulous and fantastic on my own or of my own doing. It's because of Who molded me from dust, Who breathed life into me. Him. I am worthy because of Him.
I was formed by holy Hands. Pretty amazing to think about.