Make My Heart the Most Beautiful Thing About me

This book started as one sentence, said out loud on an ordinary day: "Make my heart the most beautiful thing about me."

Not my face. Not my body. Not my past or my reputation. My heart — the one part of me nobody can hand me and nobody can take away, and the one part God looks at when everybody else is looking at the outside.

I wear my heart on my sleeve. I always have. For a long time I thought that was my weakness — the thing that got me hurt. This book is me learning, out loud, that a heart carried honestly is not a weakness. It is the most beautiful thing a woman can own, because trouble cannot make it ugly unless she lets it.

Inside: the heart I was handed, told true — start with the pain, it makes you stronger. A heart that notices, like I teach my granddaughter: start by noticing, then do one kind thing. A heart that forgives and stops carrying what hurt it. A heart with a door — because a door is not a wall, and I answer, I don't chase. A heart that stays soft in a world that hands it reasons to harden every week. A heart that prays — the kind David prayed for: create in me a clean heart, O God. A heart brave enough to let itself be loved. A heart that gives without keeping score, because nobody owes me anything and the people who show up are treasure. And a heart that keeps beating through the night seasons — because a night is a season, not a sentence.

It closes with the prayer itself — Make My Heart — and a page to carry with you.

These pages are not theory. Everything in them was learned the hard way, in real years, at real kitchen tables, in real tears. Take them slow.

— Violet Monica

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