- What is Beauty? And does it reside in me?
- And when my husband says that I’m beautiful, how can I receive those words as truth in a culture that says the opposite?
- What am I going to teach my daughters about Beauty?
- And most importantly, what does the Word of God say about Beauty?
Two weeks ago I wrote, inspired, about being parts of His Story. And I know that's true- my history, my present, and even my future are Redeemed by His Blood. They're being used for His Glory.
But the hardest person to preach the gospel to is always myself.
Lately, my story feels like Cinderella's--- and not the good parts. I feel like all I ever do is cook, or change diapers, or feed babies, or edit photos, or clean (when the mood strikes me), or paint cabinet doors (whose idea was it to remodel the kitchen herself?!). My hair is limp, my face feels the greasiness of summer humidity, and my daily uniform is a lightweight pair of paint spattered PJ/sweatpants because I lent a friend all of my maternity clothes prior to finding out about our surprise baby on the way.
And then my prince walks through the door and reaches out to embrace me...
(Cue the uplifting fairy tale music!)
But wait, nope, the Cinderella girl is pushing the prince away. She's gone back to cooking or is sulking with her dinner plate.
Is this what happily ever after is supposed to be?
Hop on over to Julia's home on the web to read the rest of this post.