It was a perfect summer evening with crickets chirping and the peaceful darkness creeping on as we settled in for the night. It had been a day of travel, lunch on the lake, and shopping, so we were tired to say the least. My children and I were staying with a friend for a few nights to get away. Lucky for us, my friend (more like a soul sister) lives near the mountains, so the drive and scenery were beautiful. When we came back to her immaculate house, we all went our separate ways to get ready for bed. When we all emerged from the bathrooms, my girls got on their phones, of course, so my friend and I had some alone time before bed. We both plopped down on the comfy couch with bare feet and tired eyes. My friend began to explain how she almost left her makeup on until she went to bed, but then said, “But, this is me!” She threw her hands in the air, framing her face, with the sweetest smile and not a stitch of makeup on. I treasured that moment. Because those are the best kind. The kind where there are no pretenses. The way God made us. Natural. Simple. Humble. Peaceful. Unadulterated.
As I strive and fail and strive again to become the fruits of the Holy Spirit, I also have to treasure me. The one God made. The one who was planned before the beginning of time. The one God loves. I am my own worst critic. I carry around my own baseball bat to hit myself over the head when I’ve done something less than perfect. But this is no way to live. I must have the kind of grace for myself that I have for others. I must love my soul the way I love my husband and children and family. I must love myself despite all the quirks and faults and imperfections – because God does and this how He made me. My friend reminded me of that in the quietness of her home. In the simplicity of the night with no makeup on…that, this is me!
With the love of our Lord,
“You are altogether beautiful…there is no flaw in you.” Song of Solomon 4:7