I’ve never been the kinda women that looks like what you see on all the beauty magazines. In truth, I tend to feel like a daisy amongst rose after rose after rose. And that’s okay. Because I’m just as Heavenly Father made me to be.
I think too often, we as ladies, when we get up in the mornings, we look at ourselves in the mirror with the intention of finding what we need to fix or correct, and not acknowledge seeing the beauty that is there by simply being who we are. Instead, we anxiously have to make sure our teeth are as white and pretty as possible. Or we have to have on every “anti wrinkle, sun spot, blotchy skin, anything that makes us appear old” cream possible. Or we cringe at acne, hairs on our face where they are not supposed to be, and under eye bags.
Rarely do we get up in the morning, look in the mirror and as Happy Days’ “The Fonz” would do when he’s just about to comb his hair, say “Hey!” with confident approval and leave ourselves just as we are.
I admit, sometimes I am one of those gals.
A wonderful friend of mine though, reminded me that true beauty goes beyond our earthy bodies.
Recently, I was driving in my car and the thought came to me, “I need to go see Becky.” She had just delivered a premature baby boy at a nearby hospital. After being on strict bed rest in the hospital for some time, the baby just couldn’t wait to come into this world, and sure enough, way before his due date, he was welcomed, weighing just over three pounds.
So I got in contact with her, and later that night, I found myself driving to meet her and her latest family addition. Her husband met me at the doors that went into the NICU, took me to the washing area where I scrubbed my arms and hands like a doctor, and minutes later I was standing in a room that their little baby was in, along with numerous other little babies. Becky was standing next to his incubator with a smile on her face, so proud to show me her lil’ guy. My heart leaped within as I looked at him. He was absolutely beautiful. His head was covered with dark hair and his little feet were crossed. From head to toe, I saw heaven.
I was grateful to have brought my camera with me and asked to take a few shots of her holding him. She had just started Kangaroo Care that evening and had forgotten her own camera at home. I silently watched my sweet friend gently hold her son on her chest. She glowed. She looked like an angel….an angel mother. I kept my tears back as well as I could. She said jokingly, “Now I don’t have any make up on, so we’re going to have to edit these pictures.” I smiled with her, but inside all I could see on her face, in her eyes, was beauty. It was something I will never forget. I felt the Spirit of God so strong in that moment. And I felt honored and humbled to be given such an opportunity to share it with her and her son.
There are so many in this world that simply have no clue, no idea what true beauty looks like. And I am here to tell you, that on that night….beauty like looked a mother holding her child late in the evening in a place full of those whose lives hung by a thread. It looked like a child who didn’t take one breath, one more day lived, one moment with his sweet parents for granted. It looked like a father watching and hoping and praying every second of every minute of every hour of every day that his son would improve and grow and progress and get stronger so that he could fulfill his mission here in this life.
That is beauty. That is real. That is love.
This is great! Ten thousand thumbs up!
Since Christ began to change my heart, I have been able to look less on the outward appearance. It is amazing how love for our fellow beings can increase just with this simple change in perspective.
I wish the mother and her child well.
And I wish you well.
Hey, I wish everyone well.
Oh Katy–this is gorgeous. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for your article about true beauty. In a conversation with my beautiful wife, She stated that some women feel like to their husbands the only way they can unveil their beauty for him is to take their clothes off. How sad I thought. Then came the dagger, she next stated that she has often felt like I felt the same way towards her.
I was only partially stunned. I reminded her that I fell in love with the beauties I very clearly saw in her before we were married, and none of them involved removing any clothes. Actualy, we never even kissed before our wedding ceremony.
POndering much on this conversation since then led me to this article on true beauty. Satan, media, our culture, evil and conspiring men and many others who are just lost or confused and no nothing better have long focused on the outer beauties of God’s crowning creation, wman, for many reasons. Some of them are greed, it’s hard to sell facelifts to someone who only needs a happier disposition to posess more beeauty. Laziness is also to blame for much of our problem, my sweetheart’s comment, though painful to hear, quickly showed me how I have done an adequate job conveying my pleasure about her physical beauty, but have clearly not been verbal enough or worked hard enough at sharing words and expression and feelings about the multitude of ways I am blessed by the beauty she posesses and offers to me and so many others on a regular basis.
So while I was saddened by her sharing, I resolve to do my part in comunicating the awe I see through the many expressions of her beauty from now on.
I pray God to open my eyes, give words to my feelings, grant power to my utterences unto the convincing of my beauty, just how fully beautiful she is. I know it will involve an active effort on my part. But I feel blessed to have been taught of this necessity.
Thus far I have been reflecting on the beauty I have found in my wife as she carried and delivered and cared for te precious children we have been blessed with. Her beauty is often seen in her courage and determination. Thinking back I recall numerous times how drawn I was to her beautiful smile and the way her face would light up as she reacted to conversations with or the accomplishments of our children. Just seeing her joy and pleasure over someone elses joy and pleasure is a large part of what I find beautiful in her.
Beauty takes many forms of course. And many may not categorize all which I would as part of Beuty. But as I see it, God is love and God is beauty. I fully believe that part of what man has been given in woman is a reflection of the beauty He posesses. With that in mind, my wife shows her beauty to me through her willingness to forgive me and allow me to try again. Her beauty shows through in her caring nature, her faith and her devotion to God, in her creativity morality and virtue, in her willingness to learn and her desire to know God’s will in her life.
I could continue but perhaps in doing so my efforts to communicate to her, versus to this computer screen, will lose momentum. And that would be very sad.
Thanks again for your article and the beautiful moments in our lives together it reminded me of. May your life be filled with awe and wonder and may you have the courage to risk being ever more vulnerable. For with that vulnerability we find occasion to truly show what is most beautiful in each of us. For in such moments of risk, where the reward is never fully certain, we find out who we are really interracting, living, loving and being with. Such is my ongoing prayer.