You know what it's like. You turn around and boom! Before you realize the typicality of your reaction, air fills your open mouth. You rush to snap it shut and almost chomp the end of your tongue off. Three words fill your brain before you can muster one sophisticated thought: Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
If you had to speak, you'd probably stutter for the first time in your life. And for sure the words would be stupid. Even if you normally feel in command of wit and some wisdom, you realize all of it abandoned you when you glimpsed that wavy dark hair sliding down those almost bare shoulders with pink ties holding up a flimsy sundress settling over gentle curves and landing up above suntanned knees.
You're captivated just like that. One glimpse and she owns you. You sap, you chastise yourself to no avail.
All you want is more.
[Just some freelance spontaneity. ;) ]
Father, thank you for the pleasure and fun of words. Thank you for leaving us your Word. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.