(C. H. SPURGEON- notes from one of his sermons)
I sit in front of the mirror with tear stained cheeks.
I don't know who I am at times or what I look like.
I know many women struggle with who they are. I don't mean identity crises. I mean insecurity complex. No matter what we've accomplished in life, most women if honest, have way too many things they don't like about themselves.
I lost myself over the years. I lost who I was in Christ. I gave up using the natural gifts the Lord gave me.
I'm OK with me but often loose sight of what is important.
I am a child of God. Period.
I look in the mirror at times and am disappointed. Fragmented.
Then I hear that sweet, soft voice that says, "you're beautiful and you're mine."
It is the voice of my Saviour.
Beauty is fleeting. Health is sacred. We never know when our bodies will fail us.
But our "soul health" is everlasting.
"To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified."—Isaiah 61:3.