Beauty

I like to draw sometimes. I’m no professional artist, but I’ve certainly graduated from the stick-figure academy. Every once in a while I find myself drawing people–faces, mainly. Most of the time though, they don’t come out exactly how I want them to. I usually try to add some finishing touches here and there, but I usually end up making it worse. I started drawing tonight and got to thinking about the Master Artist, God Himself. As I tried to add more, the picture seemed to be getting worse. And the thought occurred to me, “God never has to go back and add any finishing touches. He’s pleased with what He makes, first time around.”

“And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good.” Genesis 1:31
God delights in what He makes. I tell this to kids when I’m teaching: “God loves you just the way you are because He made you just how He wanted you to be.” But how often do I actually believe that myself? If I spent more time remembering God delights in who I am and what I look like because He made me that way, I’d probably spend less time being discontent and focusing on my flaws. God doesn’t need any do-overs. He doesn’t look at anything He’s made and say, “Oops. Where’s the eraser?” No. God makes each thing, each person, deliberately, how He wants them to be, including me. Including you. 
My nana has a magnet on her refrigerator that says, “I’m great. God doesn’t make junk!” It makes me smile every time I see it, because it’s so true. How many times do we look in the mirror and think, “Yikes”? Or how many times do we pass a random stranger on the street and think, “Man, I’m glad I don’t look like them”? Well, guess what: God looks at each of us and says, “Wow. I made her. She’s absolutely beautiful.” I’ve spent a lot of time thinking lately, “Someday, a guy will fall in love with me and think I’m breathtakingly beautiful.” I’ve realized, though, that I can’t think that way; I can’t wait around for that. Because the truth is, the God of the Universe already finds me captivating, and loves me more than any imperfect human being ever could. So why am I so hungry for human adoration that will never truly satisfy?
I don’t know, but I have a feeling I’m not the only one struggling with this. Yeah, it’s a struggle, but the wonderful thing about it is that God is using it to magnify His love for me. I hear Him whisper, “Darling, I already find you beautiful–I love you, and have always loved you, more than anyone ever will or ever could.” And I respond, “Oh yeah, Daddy. I’m sorry. What was I thinking?” I’m reminded of the amazing truth that God created me the way I am for a reason, and has a special purpose for me to fulfill. And I slowly grow more content and more confident in the woman He has made me.
One final thought: 
“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.” Genesis 1:27. If God created us in His own image, how could we be anything less than beautiful? Sure, we made a mess of things when sin entered the world. But that didn’t change the fact that we are still made in His image. Think about that. You are made in the image of the Almighty Creator of the Universe, the Most High God. You are beautiful. I am beautiful. How could we be anything less?