Song of Songs 4:7-"You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish in you."
I struggle with "beauty" big time. Coveting it, misinterpreting it, cursing it, trying to attain it, basically ruining the heart of what beauty actually is. I can spot true beauty pretty easily; in a little sleeping baby, in an elderly couple holding hands, in the smile of my sister, the eyes of my mother, the laughter of my dad. But once the lens is on me, I see lashes that need mascara, a body that needs to be thinner, a smile that needs to be whiter. Never do I see in myself the beauty I see in others.
It makes me feel like a crazy, vain person, but that's not the truth. The truth about my tortured view of beauty is that I'm hurting. Hurt isn't as visible as we think it is, but rather we take moments that hurt us, gathered from our adolescence into our adulthood and tuck them away in our hearts, hidden. We don't always share with others our hurts. We don't share with others the hurtful words, the hurtful hands, the hurtful absences and abandonment's, and often the hurts that go unsaid also get left unhealed. Unaddressed and unhealed pain becomes such a part of us that we can believe it was deserved and those words and actions that hurt us get perpetuated by our own thoughts and hands. We become what hurts us.
Realizing this breakdown of brokenness is life-changing. Tonight I washed off all my make-up, threw my hair up in a bun and looked in the mirror. I first prayed to see myself through Gods eyes, cause mine still judge me unfairly. Following that prayer, I asked myself for forgiveness and then I went down the list of all the audio/video clips captured in my mind and forgave them. Talk about self-intimacy, dang. My eyes are swollen, my nose is bright pink and my cheeks are tear-stained, but I've never felt more beautiful.
For me, beauty has been hiding out in the act of God's healing. I just hadn't realized how desperately it needed to be found. Now, by no means am I "healed" by this one night, but I am in the process and that is a beautiful, wonderful, magical thing. I pray to see myself with the same grace I see others. I pray you see yourself with that same grace and love. You are not mascaraed eyelashes. You are not your weight. You are not a white smile. What you are is beautiful, my darling. Start forgiving yourself and whoever else led you to believe otherwise. Look at Mother Teresa, that woman radiated so much beauty it was blinding. But you see, it was her heart of love and forgiveness. Her beauty was God dwelling. This external stuff we judge ourselves on is only a lie to distract us from what is true...what is love...what is beautiful.
Let's not stay trapped in those lies anymore. Go be beautiful. Smiles and love. :)







