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.
My girls have an obsession with Goodnight Moon.
It’s not what you’d expect. They’re not excited about seeing the moon or the cow jumping over the moon. Not even the kittens who they’ll meow for are the reason this book is so dearly loved.
As soon as they hear me say “And a bowl full of mush…”, both girls are holding little fingers to their wide open mouth in joyful anticipation. They’re waiting for the moment when they can say “Hush!”
I feel hushed.
I’ve felt this way for a couple weeks now. I guess you can feel that a little from the my Living the Truth post and the silence on my blog.
Who am I (so fallible, so prideful, so weak!) to sit and write or speak of anything holy?
Who am I to have been invited into His Story?
And the Accuser darts in to make me feel guilty for this time of hush, for speaking what I can’t manage to live, or even for putting myself out there at all. “Retreat!” he cries and perhaps I listen too often to the wrong voice. I find myself quickly buried under an avalanche of perceived expectations, failures, and criticism.
And there’s only one way to get out from underneath an avalanche of this size.
Read the rest of this post over at Julia’s.