I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror the other day. My full self. I was getting ready to hop in the shower when I turned to grab something off the bathroom counter. I paused. I never pause and look at myself anymore.
It takes mere seconds for my brain to start pointing out all the imperfections and just moments later the comparisons start. Some days it’s my hair, other days it’s something small like how my left eye droops a little bit. But today my eyes focused on something entirely different.
My eyes settled on the little grooves just below my belly button and on the sides of my hips. I noticed how the different colors of light pink and white reflected brightly under our bathroom lights. Normally I would have shied away from looking at them, writing them off as another imperfection to work on.
But not today.
There was something about this moment that caused me to see them for what they really were. Not an imperfection. Not a flaw. Not a mistake in my body shape. They weren’t just stretch marks. They were the scars I bore for them. The scars that are a reminder of the unconditional love that was present the moment I locked eyes with both my children. My body has changed over time and things look a bit differently than they used to. But you know, there is something special about that. Something almost wonderful.
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.”
Psalm 139:14 (NIV)
You’ve probably heard this scripture many times before. Maybe you’ve tucked it away in your heart, saving it for a day when you need reassurance and comfort. The words, fearfully and wonderfully made, are beautiful; powerful even. Can I tell you something friend? I’m twenty nine years old and I think I am just beginning to understand what those words mean. I grew up hearing that scripture over and over, never really putting two and two together.
I hate to admit this. Really I do. But until recently, I thought those words only applied to the beautiful girls. To the girls who were in fact, wonderfully made. To the girls who look like the women on the magazine covers. The ones whose bodies are near flawless. No dimples on their bottom and certainly no stretch marks. They are the ones fearfully and wonderfully made.
My heart knows that God made us all unique and designed us each with different looks, different personalities and even different quirks, but I admit that sometimes I have a hard time really believing the “fearfully and wonderfully made” part.
You see, Satan in all of his cunning trickery and schemes likes to prey on our insecurities. He likes to get in our heads, just like he did Eve’s in Genesis 3, and plant questions. Did God really say?
Did God really say you are fearfully and wonderfully made? Does God really love you? Does He really have a plan for your life? Yes friends, He absolutely does. You see, I used to feel that those words, fearfully and wonderfully made, were only for the pretty girls because I believed Satan’s lies over God’s truth. I believed that I needed to be better. I believed I needed to look a certain way for God to use me. This is absolutely a bold-faced lie from the enemy himself. If Satan can make us doubt our worthiness and identity in Christ, then he’s got us.
If I spend more time worrying about what others think of me and how they see me more than I do God, then I’m placing my identity in the wrong things. Comparison is an ugly trap to fall into and I don’t know about you but I’m tired of living under the shadow of Satan’s dirty lies.
Look at this beautiful outpouring of praise from David in Psalm 139:
1 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.
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, 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.
(verses 13-18, emphasis added)
Do you know what those verses reveal to me? God knows us better than we know ourselves. He knows our strengths and our weaknesses. Our flaws and imperfections. He knows the number of our days (vs 16) and from the very beginning He had a plan for us (vs.13). Friend, if you find yourself whispering me too to this post, let me encourage you today.
Jesus didn’t die on the cross just for the pretty girls.
He died for me. He died for YOU. He gave His life for all. He loves us all. He is a Savior to all. He bore the scars for us. In His hands. In His feet. In the crown of His head. And He did that so we could live eternally with Him. Free from the enemy’s lies. Free in Him.
Will you join me today in committing to root ourselves fully in Christ? Will you love yourself more? Stop believing Satan’s lies? Stop comparing yourself to others?
Sister YOU are fearfully and wonderfully made. You are unique. You are beautiful. You can be used by God. These verses of scripture aren’t just for the girls who seem like they have it all together. They are for each one of us. Live in that truth. You are precious to Him. You are loved by Him. Yes, you are. Each and every ounce of you.