Please let me be Beautiful

Next week I’m speaking at a conference  entitled ‘Beautiful‘.

When you hear that word, what springs to mind?  A sunset? A film star? A family member or a friend?

Would you ever apply it to yourself?

I’m guessing the answer is a resounding ‘no’. In fact, I’d go further.  I wonder if just the idea of being referred to in this way makes you laugh.

– Beautiful?  Me?  You must be Joking.

Except that, it’s not  funny.  The opposite.  When you try to think of yourself as ‘beautiful’, you flinch.  You feel angry or  teary.  It’s like someone’s chipped into the shell that keeps you together.  The term gets under your skin. You push it away, but it just goes deeper. It niggles and it scratches and it burns.

Beautiful.   Roll it around in your mouth.  Savour it.  Imagine how it would feel.   To be  – beautiful.  Say it.  Say It.  I Am Beautiful. Not just on the outside – but the inside too. Can you picture it? Because you’ve thought about it, right?  You want it.  You want it so much you can taste it. You’d give anything – anything to be that person.

But you’re not.  Doesn’t matter who tells you or what you do. You’re nowhere close and just looking in the mirror – well, you Don’t Go There.  You Don’t Think.  Scrub at your body in the shower and  clothe it and move it around but it’s just a lump of stuff and who cares, right?

Pull the curtains, tight shut. Put away the old photos, the stranger, full of hope. It was too late, even then.  Even as a child.  Beauty is not for you.

It’s grey in your head and there’s no beauty there either but that’s fine, that’s okay.   You keep busy. And you read about it in other people.  The magazine covers, the holidays, the soft furnishings and the wallpaper. They’ve got it.  They’re beautiful. Except in the light.  In the light, when you look at their eyes – it’s unmistakable.  That same hunger.  The yearning – for something bigger.

I’ve tried to make myself beautiful – every way I know how. But I don’t have the power to do it – whether with money or morals or make-up.

Beauty you see, is a gift.  It comes from outside.  We burn ourselves out by trying to make ourselves beautiful. Instead, we have to be told. Before and apart from all our strivings, we need to know this: there is a King and He  is enthralled by our beauty. Psalm 45:11.

 

 

5 thoughts on “Please let me be Beautiful

  1. Amidst the broken shards, we still the reflection… the image He has adorned, imprinted, upon us, in spite of our broken lives, and it is one that indeed speaks of a beauty, deep and true. Freedom is truly a restoring of such a gracious truth.

  2. It is so unthinkable and so very hard to ever imagine truly knowing for myself. Emma, your words in nearly every blog post echo my thoughts, i have to read your blog periodically as i am a weeping coward who cannot deal at all well with facing these thoughts and not just pushing them aside and ‘doing’ something, anything to ignore them and try to be worthy of anything. Thank you so very much for your blog.

  3. Dear Pink

    You’re not a coward – writing something is one thing, but the real work is in living it – and that’s what you’re doing, a day at a time. Hang in there sister. Praying that you (and I) will see ourselves through His eyes. x

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