I’ll go around telling anyone and everyone we’re beautiful just the way God made us. And every morning before it’s time to venture out in the world, I’ll spend a good hour in the mirror.
Lord, your work is great and I’m beautiful as I am. Thank you! But I’m just going to do a bit of highlighting here. And contouring there. Give myself some cheekbones, shrink the nose. Color the eyelids. Line the lips. A generous amount of powder and a dash of bronzer. And I can’t forget the mascara!
Some days I feel like I’m wearing hypocrisy as an accessory.
That really has me thinking.
Saying, “God made me beautiful as I am,” while ‘touching up’ on His work, I wonder if He gets insulted? Like how Leonardo da Vinci would feel if I decided to throw some lipstick and bronzer on his Mona Lisa.
I’m certainly not opposing makeup- at all. If you saw my beauty drawer at home, you’d think I was preparing to compete in Syfy’s Face Off.
What I’m rambling about is that the #3030challenge hasn’t just opened my eyes up to all the wrong in the world. Mostly it’s made me aware of my own shortcomings.
I’m vain. Controlling. Hypocritical. Insensitive. Impulsive. Prone to depression.
And that’s just the tip of my problem iceberg. Every day I study God’s Word, He peels back a layer and reveals another aspect of my life that needs work.
I don’t like the things I see in myself sometimes and I don’t like that evolving as a Christian means addressing those problem areas.
In Church the other day, my pastor said perfect in Biblical terms means, “complete.” I looked up the Webster 1828 definition of perfect and here’s what it says:
Perfect: Finished; complete; consummate; not defective; having all that is requisite to its nature and kind; as a perfect statue; a perfect likeness; a perfect work; a perfect system.
Let’s add that to Genesis 1:27…
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
And then I had an aha! moment. The reason I don’t feel complete without makeup is because I’m not complete on my own. Makeup is just my attempt to fill the gap.
But the truth is that I’m not perfect. I’m not complete. Makeup doesn’t change that. Weight loss doesn’t change that. A new outfit doesn’t change that.
Nothing I can do on my own can make me perfect.
Because even though I am made in the image of God, I am not complete without Him.