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"I am beautiful." She had done this many times before. After an unfulfilling day of posing in front of a camera, she would find herself examining her own reflection, trying to find what ever it was that enticed people to look at her. Today was no exception, only it was different this time. This time she truly did see her beauty. Looking past her shoulder-length auburn hair, through her deep hazel eyes, she saw into herself. Her radiant smile took on a new meaning.
In the last two years, Sarah Birmingham's soft pink complexion had graced the covers of almost every magazine available. She received offers on a daily basis to pose for the less reputable ones, some of which she took up on. Photographers would chase her down the street, hoping, wishing to get the perfect shot of her as she went to and from work - the more risqué the shot, the better. Frogs posing as princes swept in and out of her life like the tide. Others made feeble attempts to befriend her, only so they could benefit from the association. Now, it had come to the point where she no longer wished to be in the limelight. The pressure to be beautiful and perfect was too much for her to bear. She cried herself to sleep at night.
"Come with me." One of her close friends had told her the night before about a conference she was going to. It wasn't anything extravagant, but she was sure to find a place away from the media attention. So Sarah agreed to go.
Immediately she was drawn to the people there. None of them were concerned about her celebrity status, they greeted her with warm smiles and accepting handshakes. She was a person again, and not just some pretty face on the front page. The message that was spoken on was easy, and forgiving. She could be clean, whole - beautiful. Apparently, there was a man who could make her beautiful, and he was offering it as a free gift. She wanted it so badly. The speaker called for those who wanted to be clean to move to the front of the room. All she had to do was repeat his words after him, and mean what she said.
"Jesus." The name came as honey on her lips.
"Please forgive the sins of my past." A tingly warmth spread through the tips of her fingers.
"Come into my life and restore it." The warmth spread up her arms and into her chest, a saline drop made its way to her chin.
"Make me new, Lord." What was just a warm sensation a moment ago, was now a cleansing flame.
"Thank You for dying on the cross for me and becoming my Saviour." The last few words were lost in her tears. She fell to her knees in thankfulness.
The rest of the afternoon was a blaze of joy, celebration and tears.
So, here she stood, as she had many times before. Never had she felt so beautiful, and loved. Her eyes glistened with excitement as she recalled all that had transpired in the few short hours prior. Jesus had recreated her soul, her mind, the perception of herself and her life. He loved her, and that was all that mattered in the world. Knowing what she had to do next, she picked up her cell phone and flipped through the phone numbers until she found the one she needed. A man's voice answered.
"David, I quit."
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