As a little girl, I believed anyone related to you automatically thought you were beautiful. The kids at school might tease me but aunts and grandmas gushed, “Look at those cheeks! Look at that hair!”
Over time, I realized my little theory might not quite be true. I just happened to belong to an especially gracious (and very southern) family who chose to see the best in me.
But for the longest time I thought blood ties made you beautiful.
Pushing a vaccuum through the hall the other day, hair in a messy ponytail, I felt anything but lovely. I thought of my sweet relatives and wished someone were there to gush over me–even in my unsightly state.
Then I realized that Someone in my life did see me as beautiful right here, right now.
I paused for a moment in my cleaning, leaned back against the wall and smiled.
It turns out I’d been right all along…
Blood ties do make us beautiful.
Perhaps not always the kind that flow through family trees but forever the kind that flowed down a tree made into a cross.
Yes, He takes all of our unloveliness and turns it into what only He can…
p.s. Today is my birthday. 🙂