Today I’m honored to let Emily from Beauty in Christ take over the blog to share a message that’s near and dear to my heart. I don’t think there’s a single woman in this day and age who can’t relate to this post and her book, Beauty In Christ: Freedom from the Idolatry of Body and Food (which I’m reviewing soon). Enjoy!
The world says, ‘skinny.’ The world says, ‘Glamour, makeup, self, airbrush, photoshop.’
It’s all empty. It really is. Finding life and meaning in any airbrushed glamor is like seeking a vapor… It never turns up with anything rewarding or fulfilling. What’s going to happen to it when you get old and gray, when the wrinkles come and the hair turns?
I love white-haired older people. Their radiance is truly a reminder that ‘beauty’ is not skin deep. Beauty is far deeper. Some of the most beautiful older people I have met have walked with Jesus their whole life. They have talked with Him, shared their ups and downs with Him, confessed their sin to Him, and they know the power of His salvation and healing. This puts a smile on their face.
Here’s what I’m trying to get at: Beauty is far more than a pack of make-up or a fake smile.
Beauty is finding your worth in the One who made and formed you. He didn’t add the caveat that you ‘had to wear make-up’ to be beautiful. Of course, I think make-up is great and that it does enhance and brighten facial features, especially mine after I’ve stayed inside all winter. (I’m, personally, too lazy to wear it.)
But, beauty, true, beautiful beauty is knowing that you are secure in the love of Jesus. I’m not trying to shove what I believe at you, but I want to share what I have learned about beauty, because it is my rock. It is my foundation, and it is the place I run back to and cling to every day, through each struggle, each up, each down, each hill, mountain, and valley.
Lasting beauty is not my body. It’s not my make-up. It’s the radiance of a smile, knowing that I am loved by a Heavenly Dad. It’s the laughter that comes from the joy I find in Jesus. My body is just not going to be the same body in 80 years that it is today (if I live that long), but I will always be God’s child. In Him, I can and do find beauty everyday, even when the skies seem gray, because His love carries me through. His love is what makes me beautiful.
Love in Christ,