"If I could just have her hair.. or her clothes.
Maybe I'll be satisfied then. Yes, that will do the trick."
Raise your hand if you've ever thought that. Okay, I can't exactly see the show of hands, but I can somehow feel that hands are being raised on your side of the computer. Actually, scratch that. I can only speak for myself. My hand is raised. High.
I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed a time or two.. throwing on clothes, feeling less than pretty and running out the door. I walk into school and feel sloppy, thrown together & a wreck. I look at the girl next to me and think, "I need that dress. If I had that dress on today, I'd feel so much better". The next girl that walks by I think, "Her hair is so pretty! I can't do anything with mine". I look around pointing out my flaws in my mind, not even realizing Who I may be offending.
Yes.. whether I like to face it or not, I am offending Someone. Someone with a capital S. When I want to be someone else, or when I look in the mirror and get discouraged, Someone is sitting back confused. The truth is.. I was made by a God who doesn't even know what a 'mistake' is. He only makes beauty. He only makes masterpieces. He takes time to sit down at his canvas and craft every little quirk about every single person. He takes His brush and draws with His hand a picture of love. He steps back and is full of joy.. another child of His is ready to go show the world His glory. He has created a creature of love.. a creature made to worship. A person crafted after His own image.
When He sees me in the mirror hurling insults at myself, His heart breaks a little. He remembers the day he sat down at the canvas seventeen years ago, and he watches me. He wants to know why His creation is displeased.. because He only sees beauty.
"The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord."-Psalm 45:11
What else do we need? The truth is spelled out clearly. God made you. Every little piece. God doesn't mess up. He adores you.. when will we start adoring Him? He deserves every little bit of adoration that we have to give.