February 26, 2012

I am beautiful. And so are you.

Here is some weird honesty.

I wish I weighed more. I wish I was taller.

Not what you hear out of most women, but for me it is true. I am a stapping 5 feet tall. AKA short. I work with elementary schoolers, and some of them are taller than me. And I'm their teacher. When adults come in looking for the leader, I blend right in. Yep. I'm that person. Yay me.

I weigh about 100 pounds. Details don't need to be disclosed more than that. I feel weird even saying that on my blog. But I wish I weighed more. Clothes do not always fit me the way I wish they would because I am so small and petitie.

So here is where everyone says, "But you're so cute and petite!" Yep, I am cute. Just what every 20 something woman wants to be. CUTE. Puppies are cute. Babies are not. Not 20 somethings. 20 somethings are hot things. But not me. I'm cute.

I'm challenging myself to read Psalm 139 everyday. God made me like this for a reason, and even if I don't always feel it or beleive it, I am beautiful, simply because God made me that way. I'd love for my readers to join in with this challenge too. If you take it, comment, let me know! I want to be praying for you and I want to hear how God is working through this.

As women, we need to stand up and recognize the worth God has given us. My mission is to be completly whole in the Lord. To know I am beautiful and special in my little own way. Maybe God made me petite (aka SHORT) so I can reach youth better. Or maybe he made me skinnny so that I can show others what a small person is capable of. I don't know. But I'm excited to find out.

Psalm 139
 You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
20 They speak of you with evil intent;
your adversaries misuse your name.
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD,
and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
22 I have nothing but hatred for them;
I count them my enemies.
23 Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.

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