I need to admit there have been days during which I’m so happy that my old jeans fit, that I don’t give a thought to thanking my God for allowing me to live another day. And that some days I like the way my outfit looks on me, yet I give no thought to how I’m speaking to my children in harsh, irritated tones. I need to ask, where is my hope? Is it in my “look” or “image” that I put forth to others? What would happen if all my clothing/shampoo/makeup burned in a fire?(yes, I do think about this stuff!) Would I still be me? I know the right answer is yes, but sometimes it’s hard to remember that my appearance does not define me. My hope is in the One who created me, and I need to seek Him out to find satisfaction in this life. Even if I could stay perpetually young and thin, would I be content? Probably not.
I am freed by the fact that my value in God’s sight is the person of the heart, not in the beauty of the outward person. I hope it reflects in my countenance in a world of hopelessness…
“Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” ~ Proverbs 31:30
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