Lights swirled around her as she stood, arms open wide, looking up into the sky. Fingers outreached she swirled round and round, making it look as if she were dancing with the light, laughing with joy overflowing. She felt fierce, she felt beautiful, she felt loved. These feelings swelled within her as she basked in the love of her heavenly Father, her King, her Savior, her Abba. No one in the whole wide world knew her better. He had formed her in her mothers womb. He had knit her together. He had put passions, hopes, and dreams in her heart. He had given her the little quirks that made her her, that made her different from all the others. He had chosen her to be His daughter. Joy and thankfulness drove her to her knees in worship of her King. Her King looked down on her, smiling at His daughter, and when she rose and danced in His glory, He danced with her.
This has been an scene that has been in my head for a couple of days now. As I have thought about this image I have been moved to dance and bow before my Abba. As I dwell on how He loves me, how He knows me intimately, how He has created me and made me the way I am for a purpose, I can't help but praise my Creator.
As women, we have so many different images we think we need to live up to. We see movies, magazines, other women, and think that were not good enough. That by being thinner, doing more, being like those girls over there, we can fill that hole within that tells us were not good enough. That if I loose this much weight, or accomplish this, I'll feel better about myself. The beautiful truth is that none of those things will work. When we are looking at other women and comparing ourselves to them, we will always feel like there is something more we need to be doing. How is that beautiful?
This has been an scene that has been in my head for a couple of days now. As I have thought about this image I have been moved to dance and bow before my Abba. As I dwell on how He loves me, how He knows me intimately, how He has created me and made me the way I am for a purpose, I can't help but praise my Creator.
As women, we have so many different images we think we need to live up to. We see movies, magazines, other women, and think that were not good enough. That by being thinner, doing more, being like those girls over there, we can fill that hole within that tells us were not good enough. That if I loose this much weight, or accomplish this, I'll feel better about myself. The beautiful truth is that none of those things will work. When we are looking at other women and comparing ourselves to them, we will always feel like there is something more we need to be doing. How is that beautiful?
Because the truth is that "those things" are not what make us beautiful. What makes you beautiful is being you.
Because our Creator made each and every one of us for a purpose, with different quirks and loves and passions to glorify Him.
When we are so caught up with keeping up with others, we forget that God has an amazing story in store for us, that will look completely different from others, and that can only be fulfilled when you are being the amazing person He created you to be. When we take our eyes off others and focus them on Him, what He has for us each individually, and focus on who He has made us to be... beautiful, fierce, warrior princesses for our King... then sweet friend, we can stand with arms out wide, dancing for our Jesus, knowing we are complete in who He has made us to be.
"O Lord you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, it is high, I cannot attain it...
For you formed my inward parts, you knitted me together in my mothers womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works, my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance, in your book were written,
every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them."
Psalms 139:1-6, 13-16
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