On a recent Sunday morning Ray and I visited the church of a dear couple we have known for 34 years. One of the joys of the morning was reconnecting with their only child who is now in her twenties. Ray suggested that I go to the preschool class with her and her mom while he attended an adult class with her dad. Great idea. I loved watching this mother/daughter team teach six little boys and two little girls.
One of the girls was a visitor who had spent the night with her grandmother. During class I noticed her pretty peach dress and wondered if I could copy the way the top was made. When her grandmother came to pick her up after class, like many of us grandmothers, she had a cute story to tell. That morning her granddaughter had said: “My dress is not perfect and my braids are poofy. I don’t like poofy braids.”
This dissatisfaction with the way we look starts early, doesn’t it? Think back to the time when God was forming your inward parts, when He was weaving you in your mother’s womb.
For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in Your book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them.
Psalm 139:15-16, NASB
You are fearfully and wonderfully made. The challenge is to remember that even when your dress is not perfect and your braids are poofy.