When I was a teenager I hated it when people would call me beautiful.
Secretly I loved it, but I had such a problem with selfesteem and accepting myself for who I was.
That I was not sure if I could trust them.
What if they are just saying it to make me believe it and then they are going to laugh at me for falling.
What if it's only a big lie.
When my parents told me that I was beautiful, I could not believe it.
They were my parents, obviously they were going to call me beautiful, it was their job to do so.
Ecclesiastes 3:11(NIV)
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
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Now I'm closing to my fourties, I have a son and I am nothing like I was when I was young.
But I can finnally pass a window or see myself from a mirror, and think, I am beautiful.
Without a doubt.
Because I have learned to love myself.
I have learned to accept myself for who I am.
I know that I am not perfect but I know that I was made by God, planned by Him, done exactly like He wanted me to be, perfect as myself.
When He chose between all the possibilites, all the children my parents could have had, He chose me.
He made it possible for me to be born, He gave me the spark of life and He wispered me into existence.
He made me for His purpose, He needed me, He wanted me, He set me apart and made me holy.
5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
Jeremiah 1:5
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I am as perfect as I can be, as beautiful as only a perfect God can make.
And because of Him, I shine.
There is a light in me that only exists because I exist.
No one else could be me.
And no one else can be you.
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
Song of Songs 1:15 (NIV)
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You were made perfect, and called apart, in all the possibilites that existed.
You were called to be born.
You are perfect and holy.