Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No two people admiring a piece of art, lovely landscape, or a person, will see exactly the same features that are attractive to them. We all have our own viewpoint about what we define as beautiful.
Although we may not measure up to contemporary or classical definitions of physical beauty, we can be comforted by knowing that the inner beauty of our soul and character are the most enduring qualities to treasure.
Like many women before me, right from girlhood I have mourned my perceived lack of attractiveness. Society sets impossible standards for us to reach. As does advertising with its emphasis on outward perfection.
So it’s a huge relief to know—especially the older I get and the more invisible I feel— that God looks at us with eyes of unconditional love. He sees beauty in everyone. God gives us beauty for ashes and paints us with His loveliness.
Broken into beauty
I had beauty once but I didn’t even
know it, so I lived like one impoverished
sitting in dust, when I was really rich
I ached for difference, because
I couldn’t match the face I met
in the mirror with my preference
Instead, I honed in on the flaws
and saw plenty enough to keep me
occupied. Several imperfections
cried out loud and I bowed down
to their name, holding it all inside
where my real self sits, and I
could barely stretch to fit the skin
I was in, never mind making room
for all those needful improvements
And now? These days my gaze rests and reflects
on a God-given inner vision, more than
having derision for a fading outer face
I can see life’s manifold brokenness and pain
but beyond it all what shouts out most to me
is how God is breaking us into beauty again
**I’m grateful for God-given inspiration, as I join fellow wordsmiths in sharing my five-minute-friday thoughts for this week’s prompt of “beauty”. You’re welcome to join us here and read the great posts being shared. 🙂