A season came for me when the pretending had to end. It was so completely put out with God for the canyon that existed between the life I wanted and the life I really lived. Mad that I wanted to be beautiful but had to live as if the desire were not mine.
Finally these words made their way into my journal: Oh, God, do You think I'm beautiful?
I once thought that my struggle was intensely personal, but now I know that it's intensely feminine. Every woman longs to know from the deepest places of her heart, 'Oh, God, do You think I'm beautiful?'
The deeper beauty I long for is about complete acceptance. 'God, do You see me flawed and sinful and still call me beautiful? Do You see the loneliness? Do You see me struggle? Do You see the unmet desires of my heart? Do You see me cry for time that is lost and the life I will not know? God, do You see me in all this mess and still think I'm beautiful?
Maybe all that really matters is what He thinks of me.
Then let these words embrace you with their truth: the God who slung the stars across the heavens....the same One who shaped the mountains and the valleys with the palm of his hand....the God whose very breath gives life...that God, the King, has always been taken with you.
In His Love
Leslene
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