More than just a bracelet

I have this bracelet.
It's a simple bracelet, really.
It's silver.
Real silver.
It's skinny and round and delicate.
It fits perfectly on my wrist.
It spins around a bit, and sometimes gets caught in my pocket.
It moves freely about when I'm running, or writing, or e-mailing, or blogging, or talking, or laughing, or telling a story, or shaking a new friend's hand, or texting, or facebooking, or putting on my shoes, or holding a baby (or a toddler, or a child or ANY size!).
I'm constantly reminded that it's there.
A stranger gave it to me.
She didn't know the way it would change me, the way it would help me, the way it would remind me.
But in a moment of kindness and obedience, she handed me this bracelet and told me God wanted me to remember the word that was written on it.
Etched in the middle of this beautiful bracelet is the word "Loved" in perfect cursive.
For the last 3 months I've been wearing this bracelet day and night, and every time I feel it against my wrist, I remember that I am loved.
Loved by my family, by my friends, by my God.
I am loved.
To me it's more than just a bracelet, it's truth that I can see every second of every day.
Before this bracelet, I had convinced myself I was unlovable.
I believed there was no way I could be loved, or deserved love.
But in a moment, God spoke truth that completely wiped that lie away.
In one moment, a stranger sitting next to me changed me.