It all started one night in front of a mirror, just brushing my teeth. These thoughts, these words filled me:<\/p>\n
She dances
\nDances on tip toes
\nArms high, lips curve up
\nShe dances happily<\/p>\n
Inside a question burns
\nBehind it all
\nAm I beautiful, daddy?<\/p>\n
She talks to him
\nTalks sweetly
\nVoice of expression, hands her props
\nShe talks and they laugh<\/p>\n
Inside a question burns
\nBehind it all
\nAm I beautiful, boy?<\/p>\n
She stands, reflection staring back
\nFirst day at university
\nExcited, nervous
\nShe stands, confident<\/p>\n
Inside a question burns
\nBehind it all
\nAm I beautiful, me?<\/p>\n
She walks
\nThis is the day, the day awaited
\nElegant steps, wearing white
\nShe walks to aisle end, her hands in his<\/p>\n
Inside a question burns
\nBehind it all
\nAm I beautiful, man?<\/p>\n
She rocks
\nIn nursery chair, expectation rising
\nHands pause, rest on round tummy
\nShe rocks, looks up to see him watching in doorway<\/p>\n
Inside a question burns
\nBehind it all
\nAm I beautiful, husband?<\/p>\n
She sits
\nLife quiet, empty nest
\nAlone, still
\nShe sits, wonders<\/p>\n
Has my question been answered,
\nReally answered?
\nAm I beautiful?<\/p>\n
She reaches
\nHand grasps dusty Bible
\nFlipping pages
\nShe reaches into her heart this time<\/p>\n
Inside a question burning
\nAm I beautiful\u2026God?<\/p>\n
The answer, there
\nIn the still, the quiet
\nGod is speaking
\nHas He been speaking all these years?<\/p>\n
What heart ache
\nHer question fell unanswered, in complete
\nAgain and again<\/p>\n
But now\u2026
\n\u201cGod, I am beautiful.\u201d
\n\u201cI am beautiful in Your eyes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou delight in me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She dances
\nDances on tip toes
\nArms high, lips curve up
\nShe dances joyfully
\nAm I beautiful, Daddy?<\/p>\n
Heart knows the answer now
\n\u201cYes, my daughter, yes!\u201d<\/p>\n
She dances\u2014held in His love.<\/p>\n
Inside a question answered
\nBehind it all
\nI am beautiful!<\/p>\n
Over and over again I see it. This question. Behind our faces. Our hearts ache for the answer.<\/p>\n
This question while forcefully present is not spoken. We are taught to keep it from tongue. Despite all our attempts it seeps. Slips through heart cracks. And others see, if they are watching. They see the brokenness. The raw emotion. The question pouring.<\/p>\n
Am I beautiful?<\/p>\n
Do you see it? Do you recognize? Over and over, girls, women are asking…Am I beautiful? In what we wear? How we speak of ourselves and others? The things we gravitate towards and see as needs?<\/p>\n
Women, every where are asking; asking dads, friends, husbands, and even strangers…Am I beautiful?<\/p>\n
Over and over again our hearts break. An answer that hurts or no answer at all. Our faces harden. We think we are tough. Are we really? Are we really strong enough?<\/p>\n
The question is not bad or wrong. Part of our nature. But are we seeking from the wrong source?<\/p>\n
Should a clay pot ask a dress if he is beautiful? \u00a0No, the clay pot should ask the potter and the dress should ask the seamstress.\u00a0Should he not ask the one who created him? It makes sense, right? The creator knows best, knows what its creation was designed to look like and do.<\/p>\n
Its a struggle for me. I still ask the wrong people. I still seek the approval of others over my Creator. I still long to be the pretty princess dancing about the room.<\/p>\n
God is teaching me, reminding me His love and approval are what I need, what we all need. I am beginning to see my beauty through Him more and more.<\/p>\n
Next time you feel the question rising look to your Creator to answer the question that burns inside you. Ask Him…go on…He’s listening.<\/p>\n
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows very well. Psalm 139:13-14 ESV<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It all started one night in front of a mirror, just brushing my teeth. These thoughts, these words filled me: She dances Dances on tip toes Arms high, lips curve up She dances happily Inside a question burns Behind it all Am I beautiful, daddy? She talks to him Talks sweetly Voice of expression, hands […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":119,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"off","_et_pb_old_content":" It all started one night in front of a mirror, just brushing my teeth. These thoughts, these words filled me:<\/p> She dances Inside a question burns She talks to him Inside a question burns She stands, reflection staring back Inside a question burns She walks Inside a question burns She rocks Inside a question burns She sits Has my question been answered, She reaches Inside a question burning The answer, there What heart ache But now\u2026 She dances Heart knows the answer now She dances\u2014held in His love.<\/p> Inside a question answered Over and over again I see it. This question. Behind our faces. Our hearts ache for the answer.<\/p> This question while forcefully present is not spoken. We are taught to keep it from tongue. Despite all our attempts it seeps. Slips through heart cracks. And others see, if they are watching. They see the brokenness. The raw emotion. The question pouring.<\/p> Am I beautiful?<\/p> Do you see it? Do you recognize? Over and over, girls, women are asking...Am I beautiful? In what we wear? How we speak of ourselves and others? The things we gravitate towards and see as needs?<\/p> Women, every where are asking; asking dads, friends, husbands, and even strangers...Am I beautiful?<\/p> Over and over again our hearts break. An answer that hurts or no answer at all. Our faces harden. We think we are tough. Are we really? Are we really strong enough?<\/p> The question is not bad or wrong. Part of our nature. But are we seeking from the wrong source?<\/p> Should a clay pot ask a dress if he is beautiful? \u00a0No, the clay pot should ask the potter and the dress should ask the seamstress.\u00a0Should he not ask the one who created him? It makes sense, right? The creator knows best, knows what its creation was designed to look like and do.<\/p> Its a struggle for me. I still ask the wrong people. I still seek the approval of others over my Creator. I still long to be the pretty princess dancing about the room.<\/p> God is teaching me, reminding me His love and approval are what I need, what we all need. I am beginning to see my beauty through Him more and more.<\/p> Next time you feel the question rising look to your Creator to answer the question that burns inside you. Ask Him...go on...He's listening.<\/p> For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows very well. Psalm 139:13-14 ESV<\/em><\/p> \u00a0<\/p>","_et_gb_content_width":"","sharing_disabled":false,"spay_email":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":""},"categories":[11,13,5,9],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/7.5-021.jpg","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7NWg5-k","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123,"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20\/revisions\/123"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/godsgoggles.com\/www\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Dances on tip toes
Arms high, lips curve up
She dances happily<\/p>
Behind it all
Am I beautiful, daddy?<\/p>
Talks sweetly
Voice of expression, hands her props
She talks and they laugh<\/p>
Behind it all
Am I beautiful, boy?<\/p>
First day at university
Excited, nervous
She stands, confident<\/p>
Behind it all
Am I beautiful, me?<\/p>
This is the day, the day awaited
Elegant steps, wearing white
She walks to aisle end, her hands in his<\/p>
Behind it all
Am I beautiful, man?<\/p>
In nursery chair, expectation rising
Hands pause, rest on round tummy
She rocks, looks up to see him watching in doorway<\/p>
Behind it all
Am I beautiful, husband?<\/p>
Life quiet, empty nest
Alone, still
She sits, wonders<\/p>
Really answered?
Am I beautiful?<\/p>
Hand grasps dusty Bible
Flipping pages
She reaches into her heart this time<\/p>
Am I beautiful\u2026God?<\/p>
In the still, the quiet
God is speaking
Has He been speaking all these years?<\/p>
Her question fell unanswered, in complete
Again and again<\/p>
\u201cGod, I am beautiful.\u201d
\u201cI am beautiful in Your eyes.\u201d
\u201cYou delight in me.\u201d<\/p>
Dances on tip toes
Arms high, lips curve up
She dances joyfully
Am I beautiful, Daddy?<\/p>
\u201cYes, my daughter, yes!\u201d<\/p>
Behind it all
I am beautiful!<\/p>