I should have been happy as I rode in the passenger seat of my minivan. Beautiful day passing by outside my window. Handsome husband chatting it up beside me. Three little girls riding peacefully behind me. An all around lovely day.
And yet, I was anything but happy. My problem? I had the image of a model from the cover of a magazine stuck in my head- seemingly perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect legs. Although I am well aware so many of those pictures are airbrushed, discouragement still set in.
“Lord, would it have hurt to make me a bit more attractive?”
My question leaked out of an aching place in my heart. A place filled to overflowing with self-doubt. A place formed by too many years of comparing myself with others and punctuated by unkind words I had allowed to stick to me and define me.
“Couldn’t You have at least blessed me with legs more like hers?”
The answer He dropped into my heart brought my questioning to an abrupt halt. It was His turn to ask me a question.
And where exactly in the Word had I read that outer beauty is what matters? What counts? What brings joy and fulfillment? Nowhere. Not in one single place.
In Matthew 5:2-10, we find a very different picture of what being blessed looks like. Jesus proclaimed,
“Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers.
for they will be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” (NIV)
And that word blessed? My Spirit-Filled Life Bible notes say it is “an adjective suggesting happy, supremely blessed, a condition in which congratulations are in order.”
A blessed life, a life where congratulations are in order, is not one where I am congratulated by the world for my amazing looks. A blessed life is one filled with Jesus. A life dependent on Him. A life lived seeking Him and loving others.
How about you? Do you ever get hung up on your looks? Do you ever wish He had blessed you with a better body?
May we let Him speak tenderly to our insecurities today, reminding us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. That He is enthralled with our beauty. And may we allow Him to remind us that if we have Jesus, we are supremely blessed.