Paintings don't paint themselves. Sculptures cannot mold themselves. Neither songs nor poems are able to write themselves.
You & I didn't create ourselves either. We didn't appear on this planet randomly, the circumstantial results of the Big Bang Theory. We simply didn't just materialize on this planet like the various 'away team' crew members did on weekly episodes of Star Trek.
We were intentionally created, carefully woven & spun, lovingly molded & fashioned, with brushstrokes, fingerprints and lyrical storylines unique to us, by the Master Artist, the Creator Extraordinaire: God. Our Father.
In The Living Bible, throughout the Creation story in Genesis 1, the phrase which pops up at the end of each day's descriptions is 'and God was pleased.' Except at the end of Day 6; instead, for this particular day on which man & woman were brought & breathed into existence, made in the ‘Imago Dei’ – the image of God -- these words were spoken:
'Then God looked over all that He had made, & it was excellent in every way.' ~ Genesis 1:31, TLB
Did you catch that? Don't skim over it. EXCELLENT. In EVERY way.
So why, when we look in the mirror, do we hate what we see? We bemoan our freckles or lack of them. We're embarrassed over that gap in our front teeth or that much too prominent birthmark or our protruding nose. We complain about our eye color; our curly or poker straight hair; our too thin or too thick lips.
Millions of dollars are spent each year on products & services that promise to make us look better, younger, more attractive. Flawless. And completely different. We can suddenly find ourselves unrecognizable. Why do we desire to look like anyone but ourselves?
Could it be possible that the very thing which you so despise about yourself is that very thing which God wildly adores about you? Because HE created you that way?
You are fearfully & wonderfully made. You are unique. You are beautiful. You are God's lovingly created masterpiece: His artwork, His sculpture, His poem, His song.
Never forget that you bear the signature of the Divine.
'For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise You because I am fearfully & wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.' ~ Psalm 139:13-16, NIV
