The rose has been a symbol of love and beauty since the beginning of time.
Sometimes I wonder why?
Why red? Why this particular flower?
There are so many other beautiful flowers so why the rose?
Is it red because it symbolizes the blood of Christ that he shed for us?
Does it remind us of the perfect love that God has shown us through his son?
and so my mind wanders on to……
What about the thorns?
Do they remind us to be careful …………..because where there is love there is pain?
Does it remind us of the crown of thorns that Christ wore in his death?
The pain he suffered because of his love for us.
Or maybe it’s because anything of beauty is worth fighting for…….taking risk……are you worth the risk?
Or perhaps its because beauty needs to be protected because it isn’t free and it’s priceless to those who obtain it.
Then there are…….
Multiple velvety red petals that start off tightly woven together in a tiny bundle only to slowly open into a breath taking picture of beauty……
Is each petal a piece of who you are?
Each one a characteristic that makes you unique……
As time goes on do the petals fall and wither away just as seasons in our relationships?
Every heart has layers that slowly unfold when we take the time to stop and look.
So I wonder…….What does my heart look like?
It is said that every woman wants to be loved and wants to know that she is beautiful.
I believed that to God I was beautiful and that He loved me.
I told myself that I didn’t need anyone to love me or to think that I was beautiful because I knew God did.
Something deep inside of me wasn’t right though. I didn’t fully understand what was going on. I was still sad and there was a deep longing for something so much more. God wasn’t enough for me but I knew he should be.
I was mad at myself because I couldn’t find contentment in just knowing that God loved me and thought I was beautiful. I needed more of something cause I didn’t feel loved or beautiful and all I kept hearing was don’t believe your feelings.
What I’ve learned though after 3 years of running, losing 60lbs, and desperately trying to find friends that I can trust……
Is that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks of me.
I’ve been told I’m beautiful and that I’m loved ……..
But it still didn’t do anything for me…..
So What’s Wrong With ME?
No one could tell me I was beautiful or love me enough to make me feel loved and beautiful.
The problem wasn’t anything that anyone could fix.
Anyone but me……
So this is what I’ve learned
The most important command that Jesus gave us was to Love the Lord our God with all of our heart and all of our soul and all of our mind and all of our strength. The second was to love your neighbor as yourself.
So how do I love God?
(I know this question doesn’t sound like it has anything to do with feeling beautiful or loved so bare with me as I explain what God showed me through scripture.)
This was a question I wrestled with. Do I love God by reading the bible and praying?
I found that I got discouraged because I always seemed to fall short somewhere. I was trying to live up to the standards I found in the bible and I knew that I was forgiven but it didn’t make me feel any better so what’s wrong? I wanted to be perfect for God but I couldn’t be no matter how hard I tried and I hated myself for it. I was trying to be what I thought God wanted instead of who he created me to be. I hated myself and that has been the root of my problem.
God showed me that in hating myself I was telling God he made a mistake. I was throwing in God’s face his own creation. Would you tell God he made an ugly sunrise? or He should’ve made the leaves on the trees purple instead of green? Every time I looked in the mirror and wished I could change something about my physical appearance I was doing just that.
So part of loving God is learning to love my own body the way he created me.
I now love myself by taking care of my body gently and not abusing it. I still run but not excessively. I try to eat better although there are days that I still struggle. I choose though not to beat myself up over those shortcomings.
Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn and you will not be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven. Give and it will be given to you. For with the measure you use it will be measured to you.
I used to think that the standard I use to judge others is the standard that will be used against me but it’s so much more than that.
When I judge others I am at the same time judging myself or holding myself to that same standard. I am the one who judges me not anyone else. When I forgive others I am at the same time forgiving myself for those same mistakes.
So the other part of loving God is realizing that no one can judge me but me just like no one can forgive me but me.
Bottom line here is……Do I want to feel beautiful and loved?
Then I need to Love myself……letting go of imperfections that God doesn’t see because of the cross.
realizing that I am all I need to be and forgiving myself when I make a mistake instead of beating myself up. Not trying to be something I can’t be and taking off the mask in front of people that love me.
If I can learn to do this for myself then I can learn to do it for others. If I can’t love myself how can I possibly love others?
If God lives in me then it makes sense for me to love myself first and then love others second because after all God lives in them too.
I can’t say that I have perfected this but I can say that I do truly believe and feel Beautiful. Sure there are still things I don’t care for but it doesn’t change how I view myself anymore. Rather on focusing on what’s wrong with me I focus on the things I love about me and let those attributes captivate me.
Now feeling loved is another post I have yet to write. I’m still learning this one, but for now my comfort is in knowing God loves me even when I don’t feel it. So now I leave you with my definition of beauty and a poem I wrote when I finally realized the beauty in me.
Beauty isn’t found in physical appearance or even outward behavior,
Beauty is found in knowing who I am deep inside and having the courage to be who I was created to be!
I am beautiful, I am Beautiful
Those are the words I felt
I didn’t just hear them or read them.
I felt them penetrate deep within the protective barrier around my heart.
The words ignited a flame from within me
It grew and spread quickly
Its flickers warmed the cold hidden corners of winters past
The corners of my mouth slowly turned upward as the realization of what was occurring unveiled in my mind.
these words weren’t simply written or spoken to anyone who could see or hear
God spoke these words in the language of my heart
to me and only me
He told me I am beautiful
Therefore I AM!