Wednesday, September 12, 2012
She Don't Know She's Beautiful...and that's what makes her beautiful?
When My Izzy Belle was born, she had the most hair I'd ever seen on a baby. It was past her ears long, and full and thick and dark and lovely. She was lovely. Everyone told me so.
Now that she's 2, she is so full of personality that sometimes she just bursts. She is funny and charming in a way that I've rarely seen in a child. There is no doubt she is her father's daughter. She gets her charisma from him. (I'm awkward and uncomfortable with people...it's sad, really.) On top of that, she still has her long, beautiful locks that now go down to the middle of her back, big, beautiful and expressive brown eyes, and a skin tone people pay big bucks to try and get. Plus she's a teeny little thing.
I'm sure you can imagine that she gets complimented on her looks or how cute or funny she is all the time. For a long time, I took so much pride in this. "That's my daughter!" I would squeal with glee in my mind as people fawned all over her. I would imagine the suitors who wouldn't be near worthy enough for my baby. I just knew she would find success in this world because she would be the total package- brains and beauty with a personality to boot!
Then one day as I was putting a shirt on over my ever-growing baby bump, looking in the mirror disgusted at the fact that this shirt, too, did not fit, I realized I'd lost it. I wasn't....skinny....anymore. Sure, I'd had two kids and another on the way, but I always felt confident in who I was because I had this tiny little body I could fit into whatever clothes I wanted. That was no more. In this moment of despair, I found great peace in scripture. "Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." (Proverbs 31:30) I needn't fret over my failing appearance. I feared the Lord, and that was above all else.
Uh oh. I have daughters.
Of course I think my sweet girl is beautiful, and her charm is most certainly appealing, but my prayer for my own heart would be that I would show her that fearing the Lord is so far above both of those things. I pray I would nurture into her the fact that what this world finds important is fleeting. I want her to be praised...not envied.