A few pounds more, a couple more wrinkles, a few gray hairs. Our body has a way of changing at times as we age. This wouldn’t be a bad thing, if we didn’t make it so. I recently was reminded after being critical of myself, from someone much younger, that I shouldn’t be. That I was pretty and I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. I also overheard some women recently just critiquing their imperfections. Losing sight of their beauty. We get so fixated on our imperfections, that we don’t fully see the beauty within ourselves. The beauty as God’s children. When did the standard of what’s considered beauty begin? It seems all throughout time there’s always been a standard, one that did change through the years. We forget in the opinions of society, the beauty that we have. For we are God’s workmanship each beautiful in our own way. It’s almost as if watching the greatest artist in the world paint this fantastic portrait; then walking up and destroying it. That’s what we do, in a way. God created us all beautiful, but we allow the world to label us and its opinion to take precedence over God’s magnificent art. I’m guilty of this at times. I’m no stranger to putting myself down. Though I am reminded, that like you my friend, that I am beautiful as God has created me. May we let go of the world’s opinions or our own harsh words to ourselves. May we see our beauty in our character and who God says that we are. 

Erin Fitts-Brower 

Psalm 139:14 NIV

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.