Being raised with fairy tale stories, I remember Snow White's evil stepmother asking, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" In other words, "Who is the most beautiful in the land?" She wasn't satisfied with the answer she received from the mirror. To be perfectly honest, I am never satisfied with the answer my mirror reflects back. I have never liked my freckles, my long nose, my thin hair, or my long neck. There are so many more flaws the mirror says I have but, for now, enough is enough. I live by what Popeye says, "I yam what I yam and dats what I yam."
Come to think about it, who am I to question what I look like? I was wonderfully made by God's own hand. I am told that in Psalm 139:13-18 (NLT). "You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous-how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was even born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, and you are still with me!"
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