Julia and I are exploring the meaning of Beauty, intersecting Beauty with the word of God, and letting Beauty live in our lives. Inspired by a joint feeling of just not measuring up in the beauty category, we’re tackling some hard questions:
- What is Beauty? And does it reside in me?
- And when my husband says that I’m beautiful, how can I receive those words as truth in a culture that says the opposite?
- What am I going to teach my daughters about Beauty?
- And most importantly, what does the Word of God say about Beauty?
Join us as we converse about a topic that touches the heart of all women.
Let me be honest: your last letter provoked an intial reaction from me that was extremely negative. I sat down and tried to justify why I did not want to hear your message. I even made a list of excuses:
- one bottle of fancy wrinkle cream + one tube of mascara + one box of permanent hair dye= enough money to feed, clothe, and give a Compassion Child the gift of hearing the gospel for a whole month!
- I’m a bit of an
hippieoutdoorsy type who somewhat shun beauty products. I wash my hair with baking soda and vinegar. I moisturize and protect my body from sunburn with coconut oil. I’ve never had a pedicure or manicure in my life.
- I want my daughters to be little girls for as long as possible. I want them to be smearing lipstick around their whole mouth while prancing around in dress up clothes and mommy’s heels at eight or even 10 years of age. I want them turning cartwheels and climbing trees in their “princess dresses” while hosting a tea party with friends.
- I want to talk to them more about the beauty of a heart filled with the Fruits of the Spirit than about how to shave their legs, or what styles flatter their shape.
But the truth is: the reason I reacted so violently toward your post is because I’m so sinfully prideful that I should weep in repentance.
Because, if I’m truly honest, I reacted the way I did because of my own scars:
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