A Model

     When I was growing up, I wanted to a be a model.  My idea of the perfect model was being tall, slim, and beautiful.  Well, I was medium height, skinny, and not beautiful.  But, one out of three was not bad.  However, I can't even say I am thin any more.  Time, age, and a desire to eat has eliminated my one thing that could have helped me become the model I thought I wanted to be.
     Yet, I can still be a model, only in a different context.  I can be a model for Christ.  It does not take outer beauty, slimness, or height to do this. 

 

 

Let Me Be A Model

Let me be a model, not in the way I walk or waddle, but

in my poise, dignity, and joy;

Not in my size, for I'm no longer trim as some have surmised.

Let me be a model in my words and what the Spirit affords.

Let me be a model, not in my un-inherited beauty, imperfection, or duty,

but in action.

Let me be a model, not from haughtiness, impatience, or pride,

but from setting all malice and anger aside.

Let me be a model, not from selfish wonderings,

but, for others, in prayer ponderings.

Let me be a model, not from fashion,

but from seeking God with passion;

Not from pearls or diamonds that attract,

but from a Christian walk, for impact.

Yes, Lord, artfully create me into a model's mold-

fearless, dauntless, bold;

A model for your ways

through all my days.

                                                                                   --Mary Crisp Jameson