I have five decades of life under my proverbial belt. And still, there are days when I let the mirror try to tell me truth as it sees it.
The bad hair days . . .
The days when my face bears pimples (yes, at fifty, I still get these) . . .
The ever-enlarging pores on my face . . .
The rounding middle, flabby thighs . . .
The thinning hair that sports more gray as the boys grow older and try new things . . .
I confess, I still fall to the lies the mirror tells me. The lies that began when I was oh, about twelve. Those lies that I came to believe because of what others said about me.
“Your eyes are a little crooked.”
It’s sad how beauty is too often defined by what that mirror of society tells us. Society tries to convince us beauty only has certain characteristics.
Size. Hair color and style. Eye color. Clothing that fits “the criteria.” Make-up applied in a specific way. Enhancement of our external features.
Maybe beauty is a compilation of qualities that come more from the inside than from the external. Why do I let the mirror—culture—dictate what beauty should look like on me?
No, the perfect make-up, the perfect hair-day do not a beautiful woman make.
Beauty comes from a heart poured out in loving others.
Beauty is spoken over us—about us—by a loving Father. His gaze doesn’t stop at the face, the skin-level appearance of who we are.
He sees us at the heart-level. He sees our insecurities, our quiet strengths.
He sees our desire to serve and love on our families, our friends, those around us.
And He takes delight in us.
He doesn’t look for perfection. Nor does He wait for us to do things exactly right before saying He loves us.
God loves us in the middle of our mistakes, our shortcomings. And when we come to our senses again and realize how we messed up, God still loves us.
Our Father sees us as beautiful because we are His creation. He knows the plans He has for each one of us.
God carries out those plans in unique ways, dependent on how each of us was crafted.
God doesn’t define our beauty based on how well we follow Him, how perfectly we carry out His instructions.
We are beautiful because we are His.
He created men and women, and every work of His hands, and He calls it good.
Why do we, then, diss what He says about us? Why do we allow our culture to define beauty for us? To tell us we need to wear a size two and have curves “in all the right places?”
What if we could begin to define our beauty through God’s eyes? His word tells us He is enthralled with our beauty (Psalm 45:11–NIV). He delights in us.
What if we choose to believe the words God says about us, that we are beautiful in His sight, whether or not the people around us say so?
When we believe the truth of God’s word, what He says about us, we will walk in greater confidence. We don’t wait for others to define what beautiful looks like on us, because God has already declared it. We are beautiful to Him.
And that is enough.
What about you? What does beautiful look like in your eyes? How do you reconcile what God says about you and what you believe about you?