It took years to find the perfect face cream. Even though it cost an arm and a leg, the cream worked. Now I was at ground zero again and filled with dread. If I couldn’t find something soon, I was going to turn into a wrinkly prune!
To make matters worse, two weeks later, still in search of a new face cream, I went to the mall to buy a new tube of eye cream. Guess what? It was discontinued too. Horrified no longer cut it. I turned into an out of control SPAZ! Google became my best friend. Magazines ranked a close second. I was on a mission to find the best substitute for my wayward friend.
GET A GRIP.
The best three words besides “I love you” that my hubby could have uttered. He reminded me that I look terrific. (Gee, love really is blinding!) Plus, in all His Godly wisdom, he noted that it really matters what's on the inside. So maybe instead of searching all over this earth for the perfect wrinkle cream, I might want to spend some of that time focusing on my internal imperfections. (Ouch. I have so many, where do I start?)
OK, I do realize NOW that this entire dialogue sounds completely shallow. But you know what, sometimes it takes time to come to this realization about yourself. Especially when you thought you had it all together in the vanity department.
I have never considered myself vain. Ok, scratch that. That’s a huge lie. Of course I was/am. I’m a girl. But I really didn’t think I was that vain. (You know, like vain enough to flip out when your precious wrinkle cream abandons you!) Boy was I wrong. Who knew?
God did. Thanks to Him (through the wisdom of my beloved hubby), I was confronted with a huge root issue in my life. Wrinkle cream was the tip of the iceberg. I care way too much what other people think of me. Yes, we all do at times, but sometimes my concern is just paralyzing. It stops me from taking chances and doing potentially great things for the Lord’s kingdom.
So armed with this knowledge…what’s a girl to do? I’ll be honest, the search for a good wrinkle cream continues. I mean, come on, I’m human. I can’t just change overnight. But at least now I know it’s just plain silly. Not only to have spent so much money on a cream all those years, but all that obsessing. I have gained a little perspective. It’s okay to want to look nice on the outside, but God would rather we spend time making ourselves drop dead gorgeous on the inside, right?
My grandma always used to say that those wrinkles were a sign of character. For my sake, I hope that is not true! But really, God loves me (and you), wrinkly (or not wrinkly) face and all. Plus, if I really break it down…the time I spent turning into the anti-wrinkle spaz could have been put to better use. I mean, with all the research I did on wrinkle remedies just this past month alone, I could have solved world peace!
When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Are you focused on the imperfections?
Or do you see yourself as God sees you - perfectly & wonderfully made!
"But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart." 1 Samuel 16:7