I’m showing my age. My face is no longer full with youth. Instead, it’s thinning and submitting to gravity’s pull. The wrinkles are getting deeper and my puffy morning eyes last well into the afternoon. I’ve found several grays in my strawberry-blond hair.
My body is changing, too. The daily two-mile walks I take aren’t maintaining my weight like they used to.
But to my husband, I’m beautiful.
I was in the front flower bed occupied with the weeds. My hair was in a sloppy pony-tail, make-up worn off, with an old faded t-shirt and frayed shorts on. Dressed appropriately for yard work but not for feeling beautiful.
He pulled into the driveway, got out of his truck and said, “Hey, hot stuff!”
He called me hot stuff.
I want to see what he sees all the time. Yes, I have “I feel beautiful” days. On the other days……I try to remember that to him……… I’m beautiful.
I’m beautiful to God, too.
For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. Ephesians 2:10 NLT
On the days I feel ugly and used up, when my confidence is shaken and I don’t know what to do next. When I’m fearful and feel like my dreams won’t ever come true. Or failed, and feel like giving up. When I’m angry and feel the ache of life is just too much.
I’m a messy work in progress……..but still, I’m His masterpiece.
In response to The Daily Post’s daily prompt, In the Summertime.
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