I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14
For far too many years I could not call myself beautiful.
Today I’m going to say it publicly for the first time.
I am beautiful.
Because God says so, and has since the time I was fearfully and wonderfully knit together in my mother’s womb.
Since my birthday.
Which just happens to be today.
This year, unlike past years, I really want to celebrate it.
I want to embrace the gift of joy, give thanks for the beauty of God, count my blessings, and celebrate LIFE.
I want to put on a silly birthday hat, blow a noisemaker, and let the world hear me sing of what Jesus has done for me:
I once was lost . . . now I’m found.
I believed I was worthless . . . now I’ve found my worth in Him.
I looked for love in all the wrong places . . . now I’ve been found by His love.
I hid in darkness and shame . . . now I shine in THE light.
I spoke harsh words against myself . . . now I listen to His words of worthiness.
I suffered my pains alone . . . now I am healed by THE Healer.
I truly was blind . . . now I see.
I really see.
What Jesus has done for me.
Beauty for ashes, a garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness . . .
I was a captive–now set free!
I hope you’ll join in the party.
It truly is a very, very Happy Birthday for me. 🙂
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