Imagine you are an artist. You create a masterpiece. The painting is exactly what you want it to be. Each intricate detail has been carefully crafted and flawlessly formed to perfectly fit your vision.
It is: beautiful.
Now, look at you. No longer the artist, you are now the masterpiece. You were crafted and formed in your mother’s womb. Wonderfully whole and intensely individual.
You are: beautiful.
When I look at our society – the way we determine value in appearance and pry into molds to stand out – it crushes me. Not just because this pressure is so weighty, but because it slowly kills our vision of true worth.
What worries me more is how our next generation will determine beauty…
For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret…
Psalm 139;13-15 (NASB)
Did you read that? No, I mean, did you really read that? You were perfectly made – custom made! God had a vision – of you and the woman you were to be. Yes, your hair. Yes, your nose. Yes, your shape. Yes, your toes. None of it was a mistake. Each part was in His blueprint. And each part serves a purpose.
Yet, we walk around looking at other women – on the streets and on the cover of magazines – wishing we looked like that.
Now, go back a bit and put yourself back in that artist’s shoes. Your masterpiece suddenly started talking back to you, and before you can grab that cup of coffee to see if you are really that sleep deprived, you realize what happened: Seeing fellow paintings hanging around, it started wondering why you – the creator – didn’t use brighter color, heavier texture and sharper contrast.
You try to explain that you thought out each detail and purposed it precisely, but alas, it has already picked up a brush and tried to change itself to look like the other paintings.
I often wonder what God thinks when we wish he made us differently. Truthfully, I think it probably irritates him. I mean, where is the gratitude? He calls us to be humble, which doesn’t mean to feel sorry for ourselves. I love the old saying: Being humble is not thinking less of yourself. It is thinking of yourself less!
God made you you. Next time you look at yourself and wish you were different, take a minute and remind yourself that there were no mistakes in you – you were perfectly formed. God looks at your heart. Not the way you fit in your jeans.
When all is said and done, what kind of beauty do you want to show: World’s beauty or His beauty?
The above picture of Mother Teresa is stunning. Her nose isn’t perfect and her skin is wrinkled, but I challenge you to find a photo with more Beauty.
I’d love to know your thoughts. All of them! If you’re getting trouble getting started, feel free to use the following as a guideline:
1. Write a NEW definition for beauty.
2. How do you find relief from the wordly pressures for physical beauty?
3. What kind of beauty do you want to be known for?
4. How can we act out true beauty for the next generation?