“Mommy you're beautiful.” The words from my daughter fall on my ears, and as I lean down to hug her and kiss her, I struggle with the thoughts that go through my head.
For what I see reflected in the mirror when I step out of the shower makes me want to cry.
I don't see anything of beauty, just the seemingly truth of cruel accusations that continue to echo in my ears.
Is her love blind or am I deceived by the reflection I see in the mirror?
Does the sweet love of this precious child see the truth or are my physical flaws a true measure of who I am?
Do I let what love sees dictate my self worth or what a shallow world that strives for physical perfection calls out.
Ultimately it comes down to truth versus lies.
And the truth is what I know, not what I see.
I know I am the precious child of the Lord and not of the world.
And I will hold onto that truth, as Psalm 139:14 says “I am fearfully and wonderfully made”
With joy I will savor those precious words from my little one, knowing that my true beauty shines in love and not in the reflection of a cold mirror.
1Pe 3:3,4 Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
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