My husband catches my eye and mouths, “You’re beautiful.” I feel self-conscious all of a sudden and I half smile back. He knows I didn’t believe him. I’m thinking of the veins and wrinkles and dimples I hide. He tries again. Even after a quarter of a century together, I still find it hard to accept his words.
Maybe because of all the times in the past when I wasn’t accepted, was told I didn’t meet the standard. These left me gun-shy. How come those are remembered far more than the times I’ve heard positives. Why is it negative comments carry more weight? It doesn’t seem fair.
I know better than to believe those silly voices from long ago. And who cares what anyone else thinks anyway? I trust my husband. I am loved. And I trust what God says about me too. He has an eternal Creator-love that says, “I made You just the way I wanted to.” The wondrous gigantic God of the Universe made little ‘ol me!
And having chosen (me), He called (me) to come to Him. And having called (me), He gave (me) right standing with Himself. And having given (me) right standing, He gave (me) His glory! Romans 8:30. Can any words be sweeter?
I am accepted. I’ve been made acceptable. God loves me… there is no higher court, no other opinion, no further standard to reach. I am beautiful in His sight. The only thing left to do is look confidently back at my husband and tell him thank you.
He miraculously sees me with the eyes of God. How blessed I am. How much his words mean to me. I’m both humbled and thankful. In acceptance lies peace. In the knowledge of God’s great love I can accept and love others.