Today I’m participating in the Face.Me blog tour. If you’re here from other blogs, you’ve probably heard that this is a risky venture. As I’ve prayed about why, God showed me that at least for me make-up is part of my mask.
That stopped me. I mean — I’m low maintenance. If I can’t get up and out the door in less than 30 minutes (shower included!), it’s an odd day. Still there are certain minimal elements I want to have when I leave the house (if I’m at home, I’m lucky to get lipgloss on): foundation (a quick brush of my favorite Mary Kay), some sort of lipstick, a swipe of eye shadow and some mascara. Low key, right?
So why does the thought of posting pictures of what I really look like scare me?
Because now you’re seeing the real me. The one with bags under her eyes from doing toomuch. The one who needs to drink a bit more water and a bit less coffee. The one who’d love to have more me time so I could exercise. The one that gets introduced like Wonder Woman, but still wonders when people will see that I’m just trying to juggle it all exactly like they are. What we’re juggling is just different.
An attorney has a certain image. A college lecturer has another image. An author has yet another one. And I fall somewhere in the venn diagram where they all mix.
I’ve long accepted I don’t fit a stereotype.
I refuse to be shoved into too many boxes.
Maybe being a homeschooled student before it was cool helped with that. But I still struggle with wanting people to like me, really like me.
Maybe you heard the message like I did that you only have one opportunity to make a first impression. The corollary is that each time you leave the house, you need to look pulled together. Hence, I hated sweats. I’ve only in the last couple years decided there are some cute workout clothes I will be caught out of the house in because a decision is made about me in the first ten seconds someone meets me.
Challenges like this remind me to come back to the core. My identity should be firmly grounded in the reality that I am a child of the Most High King. The Ruler of the Universe calls me His. He created me exactly this way — I am fearfully and wonderfully made because He designedme. That’s enough. That’s more than enough, because my value comes from being His.
And God has blessed me with beautiful Godly friends who reflect to me who I really am when the mirror gets cloudy and my visions morphs. It’s in those moments that God whispers to my heart that I am beautiful just because.
Isn’t that the message that every girl longs to hear — no matter her age?
So today, dear friend, remind yourself of the truth. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. God created you perfectly…just the way He imagined. And you have immense value because you are His. *Revel in who you are. ** Take great pleasure or delight
There are many more women and men are embracing their God-made beauty. I encourage you to pop over to their blogs today and be encouraged. Follow the #FACEme Tour!!
To celebrate beauty, I’ve added a giveaway of Shadowed by Grace.