Day 6

Day 6 – July 2, 2009

There is something that we cannot deny, a mystery that we cannot explain, a wonder that brings us to tears; the miracle of a new born baby.  My God-son was born today, making his presence known with a LOUD CRY from apparently very strong lungs.  He is beautiful and just perfect.  In him there is no flaw that his parents are able to find...just wonderful and perfect. As I strive to shed this weight from my body, I pause to reflect on what I had forgotten.  God, who made everything good, made me.  A song writer asked “so what does that make me?”  Good. It makes me good.  The way that I look, my body type or structure is good.  God told me years ago “you are beautiful”.  I cried and cried hearing his voice roll over me like the gentle flow of a baby river.  I could barely believe it.  Yet, I knew that on the day I was born, some thirty plus years ago my parents looked upon me and declared me just perfect.  Somewhere along my life, those words stopped coming.  I sought affirmation from others – men mostly. I listened to hear the masculine timber of a man telling me how attractive I was to him.  It never came.  So I ate, as I often do, to find comfort in the flavors of food.  But my wonderful God came and rescued me from what would have been my eventual fate.  He told me a truth I dared not believe before He said it to me.  “You are beautiful.  Your Daddy never told you. No boyfriend ever told you. But I am telling you. You are beautiful.”  I still tear up just re-visiting this, and I am glad that I was reminded once again.  I am beautiful and always will be – fearfully and wonderfully made.

Psalm 139:14 (New International Version)

 ¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
       your works are wonderful,
       I know that full well.

Prayer

Father your lesson notes come to me at unexpected times, but always right on time.  With the miraculous (for truly every birth is) birth of my god-son Carson, you gave me a refresher course on a lesson of long ago.  I am beautiful.  My weight does not define me, nor does it negate your words written over me.  I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  David said, and I concur, I know that full well.  Father, I thank you for being the voice that tells me the truth.  It really is all the affirmation I need and the only one that matters.  May others believe this for themselves – they are fearfully and wonderfully made. I pray this in Jesus name, Amen.