Some are yellow.
Some are pink.
Some are tall and skinny.
Some are big and round.
Some actively climb to the top.
Some are good just hanging out down low.
Some like to stand out in a crowd.
Some are happy to blend in.
Some struggle to live.
Some are entered into pageants.
Some stand up tall with pride.
Some weep and hang down.
Some are fake.
Some are real.
Some are used.
Some are givers.
All are created by God. All admired by us all.
You think I’m talking about flowers, don’t you? Well, in one sense I am. But I am actually thinking about women. (Sure, men fit this thought too, but I’m thinking about us, women.)
Last week I was with my family on vacation in Idaho. I saw women with tattoos and diamonds, with dreadlocks and manicures, in raggedy clothes and sequined dresses, in bare feet and high heeled shoes. We are all so different!
I don’t know about you, but I compare myself with other women allll the time. How I feel about myself at any given moment depends on who is standing beside me or how tired I am or if the moon and stars are lined up correctly. This is WRONG people!
As I was leading bible study with the women at Miracle Hill Rescue Mission, I thought I was reminding them how special and unique they are because God created them to look different and gave them special gifts to use to Glorify Him. Actually, I was preaching to myself. As much as I wish I had legs like that one, be athletic like her and could be as organized as the girl down the street, God made me….ME!
When I look at a flower in bloom, wherever it may be- a garden, a field or a crack in the sidewalk, I admire it. They are all beautiful to me! I am amazed every time at how creative and majestic God is. Now the same can be said of us. We were created by God. Think about every person that has ever walked this earth from the beginning of time. WOW! Isn’t God creative? Why can’t I look at each woman, yes- even myself, as someone beautiful and filled with gifts? Why can’t I admire His good works in me as much as I do that daffodil on the hill?
If God can put so much energy into creating something that only lasts for a short season, then how much more did He put into creating us? Instead of lamenting how I wish I was more like her, maybe I ought to rejoice in the quirky, silly, loud, unorganized, flexible, helpful, short person He made in me!
What do you think? I’d love to hear your comments!