Yesterday was Father’s Day.  You guys know how much value I place on the role of a father in their daughter’s lives.  I’ve written about it many times.  It’s not that a mother doesn’t play an important role as well.  I mean, no one can replace your momma.  But, I think the role of a father, specifically in a daughter’s life, is often overlooked.  A father confirms so many things in a daughter’s heart and is often the very picture of our heavenly father’s love and affection for us here on earth.  I know not all dads have played this role well, and none of them are perfect.  However, if your father is still in your life, he is worth celebrating.  I know I would only be half of the person I am right now without my dad.  He was and is always so full of wisdom and truth.  He lives by the rules he held us to as well.  Doing the right thing in the face of adversity taught us what integrity was.

Something my Dad said recently caught my attention.  He asked the question “Do you have it….or does it have you?”  What he was asking was a question of control.  This question was really solidified in my mind when I read Anastasia’s story recently.  It got me thinking about heritage and environment and how our environment sometimes can permeate our sense of identity.  If we don’t self examine our motives for doing a certain thing, we can simply fall into the flow of culture.  Instead of being independent thinkers, we simply do things because culture tells us that it’s right.

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My mother comes from a generation of women that learned from their mothers that you never leave the house without your lipstick on.  So as a child, that is exactly what I saw – a mom who put on her ‘face’ before stepping outside the house, who would apologize (and still does to this day) if she didn’t have any makeup on.  Contrastly, Anastasia’s mother wore very little makeup, therefore Anastasia grew up seeing natural beauty as the way to be.

Beauty trends have changed over the decades. In the era of Pride and Prejudice, flushed cheeks were a sign of good health.  The women of that era would feverishly pinch their cheeks and bite their lips to increase the blood flow to those areas of their faces in an effort to appear healthy.  In medieval times, a plump figure was in.  It showed you had money to buy food.  If you were thin, you were thought to be poor or sickly.  Fast forward to the era of Twiggy when super thin became the image of beauty and you can see how culture and trend have affected our sense of value and worth.

I say all of that to say this…..Today, we have EVERYTHING under the sun available to us in the way of beauty products and procedures.  But just because it’s available does it mean that it’s beneficial?  At some point are we just following the flow of culture?  Don’t misunderstand me.  I’m in complete agreement with putting your best foot forward, maintaining your physique, keeping up with personal hygiene, and keeping yourself neat.  BUT does any part of that have control over you?  Do you feel the need to apologize for your natural God-given face?  Do you feel like you can’t be seen in public if you haven’t straightened your hair or put your ‘face’ on?  Is there something in your life that is driving your motivation other than your God spoken identity? Do you have it…..or does it have you?

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Let’s not limit it to makeup… Examine all areas of your life.  I remember a time in my life when I would not have people over to my house unless I had had time to scrub every inch of it.  Everything had to be in it’s place and it had to be perfectly decorated.  God forbid anyone think we actually lived here!  It hindered our social life greatly.

How about with your children?  (Pardon me if I’m touching on some sensitive topics.  I just want you to think.)  There was a time in my life as a new parent that I felt my children had to be perfectly dressed and coordinated with the nicest outfits.  I can remember butting heads with my daughter when she expressed that she didn’t want to wear what I had picked out for her.  After seeing what she actually wanted to wear, I remember thinking “what will people think when they see her?”  How ridiculous of me!  What is more important – what an acquaintance thinks of my daughter or what my daughter thinks of her very own mother?  I quickly decided my relationship with her was more important than any semblance of acceptance I might feel from others.  Her self expression of creativity is an amazing thing!  God help me to never hinder that!

Here is another tough one.  How about material possessions?  Have you ever bought something because it represented a certain status in culture?  House, car, job, etc.  What is your motivation for doing that?  Was is a wise decision or did it stress you financially?  Was it a necessary purchase?  Could that extra money go toward something more meaningful?  Does the need for societal acceptance motivate your decisions in this area?  Be honest…

I visited my mom the other day.  She had been working out that morning and had not had time to ‘get ready’.  The very first

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Me… poolside and sans makeup. No apologies here!

thing she said to me was “I’m sorry.  I don’t have my makeup on.”  I just stopped her mid apology and told her she was beautiful.  She is.  I hate that she feels the need to apologize for her appearance when she was doing something so good for her!  I’m not naive enough to think that my one statement to her would change years of thinking that way, but I can certainly choose to change the way I think and impact the way my children think.  I can make a concerted effort to never apologize for not being done up enough, for living in my house and it showing, for making sound decisions for my family that don’t go along with culture, for letting my kids be who they are created to be.  I can choose to never be controlled by culture but rather be moved and motivated by my God-given identity.  Who does He say I am?  I don’t need to apologize for that… and you don’t either.

Anna Bowman

Found of WhoIsBeautiful

 

 

You’ve got nothing to prove.

Flashback to 5 years ago.  I had just resigned from my daytime job in order to be a Stay at Home Mom.  At the time I had 4 kiddos.  My daughter was 3, my oldest son 1.5 and I had newborn twin boys.

This particular day followed one of those pretty long nights.  The kind when you go to sleep at 1 am, newborn twins keep you up for four hours of the night and then your one year old keeps you up for another one and your 3 year old wakes up just as your eyelids close at 6 am asking for pancakes, sausage and the ‘Mommy-show’.  I just wasn’t having a great day – and it had barely even started yet!

I stumbled out of bed to a knock on the door at 9 am.  Sure, that’s a normal to time wake up to the rest of the world not in the same predicament, but it was Saturday morning and my husband was sleeping in and I hadn’t slept at all.  I was wondering to myself who was at the door and what could they possibly want.  Well, that and it darn well better be an emergency!  Half walking (half tripping) over the debris from last night’s family time/dinner war I started to kick myself for not scraping the spaghetti off of the walls and high chair before I went to bed.  Why didn’t I at least pick up the legos and throw the dishes in the sink?  And couldn’t my husband at least have closed the garbage lid before passing out on the sofa in nothing but his underwear?

Yeah – it was one of those days.

As I ran my hand through tangled hair I opened the door to my worst nightmare.  That relative had decided to stop by.  Come on ladies – you know who I am talking about!  The one that makes you cringe?  Not because you don’t love them, but because you know that Judy Judgmental is about to go buck wild on that horror scene you currently call a house and you simply have no patience left.

No need to recount the endless criticism that I received that morning and what seemed like an endless barrage of insults and pigeon holding that ensued after.  If you have been there you know what happened – what a scene – what a mess.  **Sigh**

Flash forward 5 years.

I am happy to say that as a mother of 6 now ages 9 years – 3 months, these days are far far fewer than before.  Notice that I said fewer?  But I am also here to say that it’s not abnormal if that is where you are more often than not.  Don’t worry.  It’ll change.  Besides, you have nothing to prove.

You see, I had a lot to learn.  Man – one of the things that no one tells you is just how hard the adjustment is.  All of the sudden your name is changed.  Not the lovely “And I now pronounce you Mrs. Cole!”  Not that name change.  No this is the one where you are Mama, Ma or just that grunted syllable that only you and your baby knows what it means.  Or you go from being “Babe, sweetie, honey-bun” to being “Is dinner ready?  Have the kids had a bath?  Did you pay the Dr.’s bill yet?”  All at once your are ushered into this new identity of wife and mother – though you love it – most of us don’t exactly have training in what it is that we are about to do.  Sure your Mom might have taught you how to do the laundry, mop the floors and put a food list together.  But reality sets in the moment that you have to claim it as yours and make the people in your family believe that you are an expert…overnight!

Can I just encourage you?  Though you might feel that you have everything to learn, you have nothing to prove.  It takes time to get into the rhythm of this thing called womanhood.  It takes time to know what the right schedule is for your toddler’s nap.  It’s sheer trial and error to know the best meal to cook your husband after he has had a particularly hard week.  And for goodness sake it took me 2 years just to will myself into jeans at 9am!  So what if you cook meatloaf when he really wanted salmon?  Who cares about that lost bottle in the corner of the couch (don’t look at me that way!)  The question is, are you learning?  Are you growing?  Are you allowing yourself to rest in the grace that God so willingly gives and step by step take in the lessons that life offers us?  Listen, no one expects you to be perfect.  And if there is someone who does?  I give you permission to…well, ignore them.  No really.  Just ignore them.  Read this instead:

ecl3.1You, dear Mom/Wife/Sister/Friend, must know that there is a time for learning and a time for mistakes.  Don’t be in such a rush to prove how amazing you are and forgo the time that it takes for God to make you into the full perfection of who you will be.  Walk with Him daily.  Ask Him to lead you, teach you, guide you, abide with you.  And at the end of the day, whether the walls are pristine white or tinted with spaghetti sauce.  Whether the meatloaf was burned or salmon grilled to perfection.  Remember – He loves you exactly where you are in this process…

…and you’ve got nothing – not one thing – to prove.

About the Author

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Krisette Cole – My heart is to let God use any and all parts of this crazy story I have called my life with transparency and whit to foster healing in the hearts and minds of women everywhere.  I am not shy about exposing my faults in order to magnify God’s infinite and saving grace, His undying love and His excellence in the earth.  And with the awesome God that we serve?  Well, it’s an easy work to do!

Father’s Day is right around the corner.  Through this project, I have learned so many times over how important the role of a father is in a young girl’s life.  I am fortunate to have a great father in my life and my girls are extremely blessed to have an awesome daddy pouring into them daily.

Recently, my husband took our oldest daughter, who is six, on a daddy-daughter date.  She loved it!  She adored getting dressed up, doing her hair, deciding what she wanted to do.  Her requests were dinner at a ‘fancy’ place, ice cream afterwards, and she asked if he would take her dancing outside somewhere.  So that’s exactly what he did, and as he danced with her under the stars that evening, she was a princess.  It made such a huge impact on her and she can’t wait until her next date.

Each time he does this with her, he is confirming her value and teaching her how she should be treated.  Our hope is that she will never settle for less.

Today, I am reposting an article that I wrote after one of those dancing sessions in our living room with both daughters.  I hope you enjoy reading it and don’t forget to honor the fathers in your life – biological or not.

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We had a night at home recently where we were just hanging around and enjoying each other’s company.  At our house, we love music, so it’s not uncommon to come over and hear something playing throughout.  I use music when I’m schooling the kids, during dinner, or just as we are doing around the house.  It’s something we all love.

This particular night we had on some light jazz playing in the background.  It was a very laid back evening.  I find it’s always in these laid back moments that something extraordinary happens, and this evening did not disappoint.

My youngest daughter is going through a phase of dressing like a princess.  She doesn’t feel properly dressed unless she is floating around in a ball gown. On this particular night, she glided into the living room in her best princess dress and began to twirl around to the music.  She then looked over at her Daddy and held her hands out asking “Dance with me, Dad.  Dad, dance with me?”  Of course, my husband would not refuse her and took her invitation.

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As they were dancing right there in our living room, God began to speak to my heart.  My eyes welled with tears because it was such an innocently beautiful sight.  I could tell she felt regal and important.  She felt valued and beautiful.  She knew her Daddy loved her.  Even at two, something was being confirmed in her.

My other daughter soon joined in, and as I watched, I could sense that this is the way our heavenly Father sees us, His daughters.  Psalm 139:17-18 says

How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!

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We are precious to Him.  We are His masterpiece, His workmanship.  Ephesians 2:10 says “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.”  The word workmanship here is from the Greek word poema.  Our English word poem comes from this root word of poema.  So this verse actually means that we are His poem, his song.

So today, as you read these words and see these images of my girls with their Daddy, hear your heavenly Father singing over you, confirming your value and your beauty.  Hear him tell you how important and precious you are to Him.  You are loved.  He knows you and chose you with great care.  He knitted you together in your mother’s womb.  How precious are His thoughts about you!

The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.

Zephaniah 3:17

Blessings,

Anna

Founder of WhoIsBeautiful

 

The Love of a Father- Erica Beiler

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slight, small, insignificant is the reach of all of me

these hands, can they be of any use?

these hands You’ve made, lose their way

caught in time and space

feelings I can’t replace…

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Intense. My trip to Amsterdam was intense and there are no other words that can describe it. In fact, intense doesn’t begin to explain the way it impacted me. I wrote this poem before I left, thinking of the hardness I knew I would experience and when I came back I still felt the same. Nine days seemed a small amount of time to even be exposed to the ministry there that has taken years to build.

As I flew home, my mind kept recalling the faces of the women of the windows… these are the feelings that I can’t erase: Here I am sitting comfortably in a room I have chosen for myself, pursuing my own dreams, while just a breath away are girls (for that’s what a lot of them are) that have been trafficked into the sex industry, targeted because they have a certain void. A void that is temporarily filled by a lie of some young “lover boy” and that lie eventually brings them to the windows in Amsterdam. At first unwillingly and after awhile because it is all they know, the only “love” they think is available to them.
I think about how I have struggled to fill this same void in myself through relationships with men… and how it has brought me finally to the arms of an Unconditional Love. I am not that much different than the faces I saw… the only things that separate me and those women are the grace and love of Christ… it’s as simple as that. And yet to reach them with the news of this, it has taken one Christian woman I met at the Cleft four years to even breach the topic of God with one of these women… The work there is great, and yet who wants to spend their life forming relationships with women most of society has labeled as mere “products”?

Not to be trite, but I think that is exactly what God has called us to do… to minister to the brokenhearted. Whether it be in the windows of Amsterdam or on the streets of Minneapolis, we all have our responsibility to share our lives with those who need God’s love…which is… everyone… really share our lives, not just hand out our spiritual band aids… I leave you with this thought and this poem.

eyes that see through broken glass

seeking love that lasts

chained to memories

their screams silently drift into the darkness

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forgotten they sit in pools of despair

in a society that rejects them

hopeless

products with a shelf life

used to fill another’s void

empty

all along seeking a love that lasts

to be whole in a place that only holds pieces

forgotten yet remembered

by Love

About the Author

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Erica Beiler is currently pursuing her Masters degree in Psychology. An aspiring psychologist and writer, she is currently working on a novel and a book on the psychology of waiting. She possesses grand aspirations centered in the will of her Savior and writes mostly to please Him. Also, she thinks you’re beautiful.

Shelby

June 3, 2013 — 1 Comment

Today’s story comes to you via Shawn Hodges… I am honored to know this family! Both Shelby and Brad have been prayer warriors for my family and mentors to my boys. Shelby is a such a beautiful and loving, wife, mother, an awesome cook. She has become a sweet blessing to my life! I am in awe of her story of God’s faithfulness and how He makes all things new!

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This is a story of God’s faithfulness. I come from a lineage of strong marriages. Starting with both sets of my grandparents and parents. I know for me, when I thought about marriage, it was your soul mate, best friend, unconditional love, no secrets, no lies. It would be forever. I was my mom and dad’s only child, born almost ten years into their marriage. I love my parents. I thank God everyday for giving me encouraging, loving, and kind role models. I am so grateful to have both of them instill in me what marriage should be. They taught by example. Growing up I never wanted to make any choices that would disappoint my parents. It would crush me anytime I thought I had upset them.

When I was twenty-one I married a man who loved God with all his heart. I had never met anyone like him. He was not afraid to approach anyone about God. He walked in boldness.

God carried us through those first few years of marriage financially. We were both still in school at the time. I worked part time, but God provided and met every need we had during that time.

We were married almost three years when we had our daughter. After she was born my husband moved job locations. We decided to move to my hometown which was a closer commute. We were very involved in our church activities, but when we moved we decided we would take a break from volunteering. That was not a wise decision. We were not able to establish new friendships or accountability. We struggled those first few months because we had lost our accountability which had been our friends.

A few months after we moved, I became pregnant with our son. This is about the time my husband started making friends who liked to drink alcohol and use tobacco. He occasionally would have a drink when we ate out, but it was never more than two at a sitting. Alcohol was never kept in our home.

A pattern began. My husband would hang out after work once every few weeks. It then turned into two to four times a week. Alcohol became a resident in our refrigerator. Many nights I would cry myself to sleep because I didn’t understand. I felt alone. I didn’t want anyone to think differently about me or my husband, especially our children and family. So for several years, I prayed for him and kept this secret. I knew he had a problem, but I didn’t know how to help him, except pray. He was not receptive when I tried to talk to him. He didn’t feel he had a problem.

There were many times I prayed, Lord this is not what I signed up for. I signed up for a soulmate, a best friend, unconditional love, no secrets, no lies, forever. Those nights I felt worthless. What had I done to make my husband not want to come home to me, to the point he is making up stories so he doesn’t have to come home? For four and a half years I prayed the Lord would get his attention because this was not the man I married. I knew the Lord had put a calling on his life, to serve the Lord, and to be an example to those who did not know Jesus Christ. At this point, I felt my marriage was a fraud. We looked good together on the outside, but on the inside we were barely surviving. I was alone, disappointed, and tired. I continued to pray, because nine years ago I had made a promise to God, to love this man till death. Although at times I didn’t feel like it, that is what I was determined to do. I felt horrible, physically and mentally. I was scared to invite people over in fear they would discover our flaws.

One Wednesday night, I was in our church service, and I had an intense feeling of anxiety come over me. I felt the Lord was preparing me for a life altering situation. That night I went home, put my children to bed, and I prayed, “Lord please get his attention, may no injury come to him or anyone else who comes into contact with him. Please open his eyes Lord.” At eleven thirty that Wednesday night, I was awoken by a DPS officer. My husband had been arrested. I was devastated, but I also gave thanks to the Lord. He had answered my prayer. One of the hardest moments of that night was calling my parents. I needed them. They came right over and sat with me while I waited for my husband’s call.  God had his hand in this situation. The next day my parents left on vacation, and I would have had no one, I felt I could call for help.

God is so faithful.  He answers prayer in due time. It is not by our will, but by His that my prayers were answered. My husband has been sober for eighteen months. He has not had a drop of alcohol since that Wednesday night. I have the Godly man I married being an encouragement to not only me, but our children who desperately needed him. God has shown his faithfulness by restoring our marriage. I have learned these past eighteen months that I am strong, I can persevere through trials and struggles. I am not a disappointment, but I am beautifully made by God.

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Photography Credit

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As a young teen, Shawn had dreamed of becoming a photographer/artist one day. Shawn Hodges Photography officially was born in January 2008. The business celebrated five years in January 2013. Shawn wants to help other woman and teens find their identity and beauty in Jesus! She is so excited to see what God will do through this ministry. She is experiencing first hand how God can restore life and value. She is planning to impact the kingdom of heaven with the hearts of many beautiful women!

This is a very brief and simple Thursday’s Thoughts.  The whole reason this blog exists is to help women realize their value – to find their security in Jesus.  To help them realize that we are not defined by any other circumstance, label, title, affiliation, physical description, or position in life.  Our creator chose each detail of our being with care.  He calls you wonderful.  He calls you beautiful.  He calls you His daughter.  NOTHING else matters….

Please take a moment to read this passage.  Get every single word into your heart….

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
 Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.

17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
    you are still with me!

Psalm 139:13-18 NLT

He knows you.

He loves you.

Sincerely,

Anna Bowman

Founder of WhoIsBeautiful

Anastasia

May 27, 2013 — Leave a comment

Anastasia is someone that Alicia and I know mutually. She was a CFNI student and also a member of our church, Church on the Hill in Cedar Hill, TX.  She is a sweet friend who loves the Lord and has a passion for bringing children into the understanding of who Jesus Christ is.  Read her story about gaining perspective on a healthy body image and her identity in Christ.

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When Alicia approached me to write an article for Who Is Beautiful, I was one excited and secondly honored! But then I began to think “crud, what am I going to write about?” and then I began to wonder what my perception of Beauty is. In the midst of my wondering, I was reminded that as a little girl my mom would always tell me how beautiful I was and that was through every stage of growing up. My mom also did not wear a ton of makeup, so that really played a big factor in who I was as a little girl. As a little girl, what I saw as beautiful was a woman with no makeup that had a natural beauty about her, and that is what my mom spoke over me. That is who I was, growing up confident in my natural beauty with not a stitch of makeup.

It wasn’t until about my junior/ senior year of high school that my perception of what beauty began to change. (Before I continue I would like to fill you in, I did have those moments of not feeling beautiful growing up like most girls.) Anyway, during those years I began to think that my beauty was defined by how my body looked rather than who I was in my personality, character, and natural beauty. I dated this boy from my senior year to about my sophomore year of college. In those two years my vision of beauty was completely twisted and I began to play the “keeping up with the Jones” game. You see, the boy worked out a lot and so therefore I felt that, to keep him thinking I was beautiful, I needed to work out and be thin and in shape. Haha! I laugh inside at that sentence and I am brought back to the way that I looked during those two years. The way that I look today is about a 180 from that!  WOOT! Eventually the relationship ended and so did my working out. And, so did my idea of thinking I was beautiful. But JESUS !!!!! He encountered me in such a way that penetrated so deep that some days hurt and other days were great. I went through a transformation, restoration, and redemption process. During that time the Lord began to show me what my perception of beauty had become and then HE began to show me who I was in Him and how He saw me. Along with the Lord I had a sister who continually spoke over me that I was beautiful when I needed it the most.

A scripture that really defines who I am and how the Lord sees me is Zephaniah 3:17 “The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” My perception and my identity are no longer built upon what shape or lack of shape my body is in, but it is built upon the fact that my God DELIGHTS in me and HE sees me as beautiful!! My name is Anastasia and I am BEAUTIFUL!!

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Photography Credit

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Alicia Zinn loves all things creative, including God’s creation.  She considers it a personal challenge when people express not being photogenic.”My heart is to capture the natural God given beauty that shines out of each of us. I long to see each person as God sees them… That is why I named my studio In His Eyes!” You can view more of her work at www.inhiseyestx.com

What They See

May 23, 2013 — 2 Comments

Right after I had my last baby girl, a dear friend of mine sent me a message offering to take some Mommy/Daughter photos.  It was extremely touching to me for so many different reasons.  After the loss of my baby boy in 2008, I have made it a mission of mine to have newborn shots of all of my other kids taken.  You don’t realize how every second with your children is important until you look up one day and they are no longer there.  And as the memories of their sweet smelling newborn breath fade year after year, it’s a stark reminder that any memory – even a still photograph – can have amazing significance in healing a wounded mama heart.  For this, and other reasons, it blessed me in so many ways that she could never know.

Xaryah was about 5 days old at that point and the session lasted just about 30 minutes.  It was several weeks later that I received the photos and I was breath taken. The tiniest window in our humble apartment and some pink toile borrowed from her older sisters’ canopies were transformed into the most beautiful studio photos that I have ever seen.

But there was something else that captured me…Me…

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There! There it is.  Can you see it?  The love is almost tangible.  Like you could reach in and scoop out a cup of it.  The expressions of utter joy, sheer passion and unadulterated you-are-the-most-beautiful-thing-God-has-EVER-created looks that I was lavishing on my newborn made me well up with tears of thankfulness.

But then something happened – God spoke.  You know how God does it y’all.  He waits until all the noise has subsided and you are alone with just your thoughts.  He waits until you are vulnerable enough to hear His voice and open enough to receive it.

“I wonder what your other children see…”

“What do they see?” I thought.  Instant heartbreak.  And of course a flood of moments when I was less than stellar at this thing called motherhood came rushing into my mind.  Images of me at moments of exhaustion and weakness only to shoot forward in time to the grumpy looking two year old.  What did I see?  Well, imagine that – a mirrored image!  Ugh!  Lord, I got it.

Dear mamas and mamas-to-be…what do we want our children to see?  What do we want them to remember?  Of course we want them to walk away with images of love and tenderness, but the reality is that much of our time is spent in correction, character development, obedience training and in all those other trenches that we must dig in order to produce God’s best in our children.  It is a challenge to inject love into all of those times so that our children know that it’s the love, not frustration, driving us.  But it is possible.  ‘Cause it’s in the Word.

The Bible tells us in Proverbs 15:1a “A gentle answer deflects anger…”  I gotta tell you that I always thought that it meant if I answer someone nicely then they will be kind in return.  However, after this nudge from God, I see this differently.  If I am gentle with my answers, then anger can find no way in me.  If I purpose to slow down and coat what I say in love, then the temptation to be angry, irritable and frustrated with my children will be squelched.  And that will create the very thing that God was talking to me about.  It will change what they see because I am changing who I am.

Have you ever given in to the temptation to sound off at your kids?  You know what I mean – it’s been building up all day long.  First the lamp is broken, then lunch dropped all of over floor, and finally when the toilet paper is stuffed down the drain then…you…blow!  And when you are finished you feel empty and they feel defeated. The Bible says in Ephesians 4:27 “for anger gives a foothold to the devil.”  What if we, instead of giving a foothold to the enemy in our children’s lives and memories, did the noble thing of Proverbs 15?  We could change the way a whole generation feels about their childhood with just an instant of redirection and self control in ourselves.  When I think about my God and all He has endured because of me I can never remember a harsh word, look, or feeling.  No.  When God does His Daddy-thing it is always gentle and firm and in love.  That’s what I remember.

Powerful.

So, the question is will we be purposeful?  Don’t panic here Mom.  None of us is perfect.  Aren’t we thankful for grace!  But the next time you look at your children, the next time you feel weak and want to capitulate,  remember that it is an outward reflection of an inward thing.  Every scowl, pointed finger, look of disappointment, disengagement, or disinterest resounds in the hearts of our children possibly for generations to come.  Wouldn’t we rather them know, through our looks, that we love them, need them and find them to be – newborn or not – the most BEAUTIFUL thing that God had ever created?

I know that’s what I want my kids to remember, do you?  Take the challenge sis.  And I promise, it will have beautiful results!

About the Author

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Krisette Cole – My heart is to let God use any and all parts of this crazy story I have called my life with transparency and whit to foster healing in the hearts and minds of women everywhere.  I am not shy about exposing my faults in order to magnify God’s infinite and saving grace, His undying love and His excellence in the earth.  And with the awesome God that we serve?  Well, it’s an easy work to do!

Shayla

May 20, 2013 — 1 Comment

Today’s story comes to via Shawn Hodges

Shayla is my 16 year old baby sister! I consider her one of the most top beautiful girls ever! Not only from the outside but her heart is beautiful as well! I am blessed to be part of her moment of realizing her worth thru Jesus! The big age difference between us has formed a special bond. One somewhere between mother and sister and friend! My life is so blessed by her. I am so proud of her love for Jesus and her determination to stay pure and devoted to Him.

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Growing up through my middle school years, I became fatherless. My dad died from lung cancer when I was 13 years old, at just the time that I was beginning to mature. I was in middle school and trying hard to pursue an identity. I began to struggle each and everyday with the fact that I did not have a father. I became more and more covered with my insecurities. The thought of death and the great loss in my life left me so confused about myself and who I was supposed to become. I began to worry about who was going to tell me I was beautiful or walk me down the aisle on my wedding day? Who’s little princess was I going to be? All these questions played in my head over and over like a broken record. And each time I heard these things, I was cut a little bit deeper.

As I have matured spiritually over the passed few years I have come to see the gifts God has blessed me with. I am a dancer and have been since I was three. God placed me in a position this year as the Junior Lieutenant of the Drill Team in my hometown and I made Captain for the 2013-2014 school year! I am very proud of my achievements and God’s blessings! But now, that I am older I deal with different lies- Like I would only be pretty and beautiful if I were a size 0, if I were a model, if I had peach perfect beauty. Society plays such a cruel role on girls my age, making us think we have to look “perfect” to be accepted.

Recently God laid a verse on my heart and just kept saying it to me over and over.
Psalms 119:24- Yes, I find delight in your rules; they give me guidance.

My youth group had a weekend retreat called REAL and the focus was just that … being REAL with God! I shared that verse and God began speaking to me about writing a story with WhoIsBeautiful to share with other girls my age, so that they know that they are not alone – that they are worthy and valued by Jesus!

At first, when God told me to write, I was like…really? Me? Are you serious? You want me to write a story that millions of women will read? I found someone to talk to about it and began praying about it. A couple of weeks later my sister, Shawn, came to me and said God had also told her that I needed to write a story. And that was my confirmation! Knowing that God was not playing, I really did hear His voice! I began searching my heart. In this, I found myself to be truly beautiful because in my heart I found Jesus! God showed me that He is my father! He showed me that He will always be there! He confirmed my beauty and worth!

I am Shayla, and I am Beautiful!

Psalms 139:14
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

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Photography Credit

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As a young teen, Shawn had dreamed of becoming a photographer/artist one day. Shawn Hodges Photography officially was born in January 2008. The business celebrated five years in January 2013. Shawn wants to help other woman and teens find their identity and beauty in Jesus! She is so excited to see what God will do through this ministry. She is experiencing first hand how God can restore life and value. She is planning to impact the kingdom of heaven with the hearts of many beautiful women!

Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can’t. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966..

Seriously, why is it that we long for that which our hands cannot secure?

Why are the so-called “greatest love stories” of our time those that tell of forbidden love? Our favorites always have the underlying theme of two people who should not be together, frustrating fate. We are obsessed with love that loves in spite of circumstances, love that is off limits, love that is forbidden and untouchable.

Anne Boleyn and King Henry, Romeo and Juliet, Lancelot and Guinevere. Whether fictional or real, their stories http://cdn.rickey.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/romeo_and_juliet_hailee_steinfeld.pngfascinate us.

What is our obsession with the unattainable? Why do we long for something we can’t have? It cannot be practical for longevity purposes, or we would all have the fate of Anne Boleyn. Where does it stem from?

Adam and Eve and our sin nature. Adam and Eve had everything their heart could ever desire and more as well as everything they had need of. Only one thing was forbidden to them, the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Why sacrifice paradise for one forbidden thing? One thing that was completely unnecessary anyway. The allure came because it was forbidden. It was not because they lacked something; it was simply because the Lord said no.

This pursuit and appeal of what we cannot have still lingers in every one of us today. Like Adam and Eve, we pursue what is off limits to us. Even from birth this desire can be seen. Consider the way a child looks at you when you say no and does it anyway. How telling a teenager not to do something seems to propel them to do just that. We long for the forbidden. We chase that which we cannot/should not have.

Have we therefore trained our society that love has to be something forbidden in order for it to stir our hearts? That the only love worth getting is the unattainable? Couldn’t we then argue that by these standards marriage should be ended when the passion and excitement of the chase are gone? No one can be chased forever. There will come a time when all lovers are within the grasp of their pursuer.

Is this then the end of romance and longing? I sure hope not. Marriage, although a journey unlike courtship still contains its mysteries. But we must acknowledge to each other that this journey is no less than the journey before it and determine that marriage will be more of an adventure than the forbidden love that we are taught by culture to desire. There is so much richness in choosing to spend the rest of your days with the same person. It is what God intended for marriage.

We must fight against this desire for the forbidden, this sin nature. As we see the demise of marriage and our culture filled with perversities that come from pursuing those things that are forbidden (including things like porn, drugs, fornication, etc.) We must acknowledge that life is not about the chase of the unattainable, that some things are better undiscovered and that love is much more than the excitement of a chase.

Lastly, this desire can lead unbelievers to reject God, because His love is so freely given and unearned. This goes against everything our society is taught, this goes against our very sin nature. We have learned that everything has a price and nothing can be handed out for free. It even carries into our walk as Christians and leads us into religiosity. We feel we must work for God’s favor, even though it’s clear in His Word that we should not. (Ephesians 2:8,9)

Lord, help us to overcome this sin nature. Help us to love others as you would have us love and to give up the pursuit of that which is forbidden to us. Let us deny our sin nature and experience the safety of your love. Help us to not toy with each other’s hearts just to make the chase interesting. Let us accept your love as you freely offer it and make no effort to try to feebly earn it.

True love stories never have endings and they exist long after the novelty has worn off.

About the Author

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Erica Beiler is currently pursuing her Masters degree in Psychology. An aspiring psychologist and writer, she is currently working on a novel and a book on the psychology of waiting. She possesses grand aspirations centered in the will of her Savior and writes mostly to please Him. Also, she thinks you’re beautiful.