[pullquote width=”300″ float=”right”]Being a girl in this day and age makes me forget a lot of things. With Photoshop, images of what “perfect” should look like, and a bunch of other standards, feeling less than is easier to feel then it should be. [/pullquote]There are a lot of things I remember. Really fun times from when I was a kid, like playing go-fish and having tea parties with my Papa. Some things that aren’t as fun, like being grounded because I went past the cul-de-sac when mom had told me no. I remember some really happy times too, like when I had the same teacher and class for 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade and I got to see all of my friends again. I can also recite almost every episode of Gilmore Girls and can quote a ton of the Harry Potter books (side note, there is a new Harry Potter coming out July 31st and I am PUMPED). I can remember all sorts of stuff, maybe some in too much detail, but there are a lot of things that I forget, too. Like how much God loves me, how beautiful he thinks I am, and how cherished I am. All of these things tend to fall by the wayside.
Being a girl in this day and age makes me forget a lot of things. With Photoshop, images of what “perfect” should look like, and a bunch of other standards, feeling less than is easier to feel then it should be. I know that I always forget how beautiful God sees me when I’m looking in the mirror and don’t like what I see. It was worse before I really, truly found my identity through Jesus and not earthly things. But I still forget to remember sometimes. “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” (NIV). This verse is highlighted in my bible, written on a Post-It note above my bed, and yet I still don’t remember it like I should. I forget that God created me and that He never makes mistakes.
Even if I find my identity in Jesus, I forget how beautiful I am to him and how that makes me beautiful. He knitted me together in my mother’s womb and he knew me before I was ever born. If a God like that did all of that for me, obviously His opinion of how beautiful I am really matters, right?