Well, I remember being in high school and thinking surely I was the only girl who didn't like the body she was in. I know that's not true now, and I probably knew it then; but I still felt alone in my struggle to accept how God had designed me.
So I've decided I'm going to keep periodically showing up on this blog--when I have time and when I can drum up the courage to click post--just to send out a reminder to anyone doubting the beauty of God's design. You are wonderfully made and without flaw.
Every so often (ok, every other day?), I get the most convincing idea: If I had..., I could be happy. For a moment, I really believe it. But I am the way I am, and trying to change that leaves me angry and exhausted.
In that weary and broken spirit, I have learned to focus on God as the source of contentment... the real kind that says, "God is my judge." I don't have to have something else or be someone else. He already accepted me as I am, so no other standard matters.
We are supplied with a barrage of "goals" to live up to on Instagram and Pinterest, let alone Facebook and TV. Hair goals, relationship goals, eyebrow goals... so many goals.
I don't want to spend a joyless second of my day trying to live up to standards set by other people. I used to have "hair idols" (don't lie, you know you have them too). But when I choose to believe that God has made me wonderfully, I become my own hair idol. Maybe that sounds weird and a little conceited. What I really mean is that I stop trying to be anyone else but me.
I like my hair big, but I also like it short. So, I cut it and it felt like freedom...
There are so many days when I lose sight of how wonderful that freedom is, and I need to be reminded of who I am and whose I am. So here's a reminder to myself and you: "We are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works." Ephesians 2:10