And a small voice speaks to me…“And so are you.”
I pause.. and I question what I just heard. It wasn’t me saying that to myself. I don’t say that. I began to recall the things I said to my reflection that morning. I am horrified. I would never speak to anyone that way. Especially someone I loved. Can you imagine if sweet Audrey had come to the door for my help and I had gasped at her? If I had started picking her apart from head to toe? NEVER! And if anyone else did that to her, hold me back!! I see no flaw in her. I only see her loveliness.
But there I was. Insulting the daughter of the Most High. Never once in that self-dialog did I compliment myself or the one who made me. The creator of all things good created me. He made me just as I am. He thought me up, an original, like no other. He blessed me with my dad’s blue eyes, and with natural blonde curls. He adorned me with long legs and curves made especially for my husband, who also adores me. He gave me babies that I was able to carry fully to their birth when I know many who have never had the privilege. He gave me the ability to feed them with my body when some are never able. How can I talk so badly about her?
God also gave me my health and the ability to walk and run and lift heavy things and put them down. I am thankful I can do those things, and I enjoy them for the most part. I don’t want to take them for granted. But, they do not determine my worth. The outward perfection I seek is what the world says is perfect. God has made me flawless on the inside. The father of lies will tell me what is wrong with me. I won’t give power to those things any longer. I will confess with my mouth and agree with what the Lord says about me. I am His daughter, I am chosen, I am His pride and joy. I will see what He sees.
I am beautiful.
Enter His Rest, Stacey
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This article originally appeared at She Sat Down.
