We all have faults. There isn't a person alive who doesn't. Then tell me why it seems so easy to focus on the faults of others, including the faults of ourselves? We all have felt with great realness the crushing power of insecurity. We all know deep in the quiet chambers of our heart what it feels like to walk by the dusty mirror and underneath the real filth believe to see more. We constantly tell ourselves we are not good enough for anything, or anyone and we never will be; but isn't this a lie? Is not underneath the dusty filth on the mirror something potentially beautiful? A beauty so special and so unique we cannot help but ache and long for it? Every beating heart has felt this. Every person alive or dead knows how this feels. We have all ached for this beauty and some wanted it so badly they paid the real price for it, and received it.
It's like the clouds in the sky. Some are dark, some are light and some are in-between. They're all secretly different but portray the same day by day. But some of the clouds are blinded. Some of them cannot except their real beauty and uniqueness from the others, so they insist on making rain when they know better. In porcelain rage they scream in anger and demand beauty now. They snap their lightning and roar their thunder thinking that is what real beauty is. But, then there are the clouds who are light. They know their beauty and their purpose in life. They stay by the sun, thriving on its light to give off their shading talents for others who maybe need a shady day. They are happy and content in the exact same blue sky as the others. And then there are also the in-between clouds who neither know their beauty, or show it. They follow either sunny clouds or stormy not knowing which is more beautiful, never knowing their purpose in life and never knowing how to shine.
In reality, we know we are not clouds, but our characteristics are just the same. The question is: Are we like the storm clouds who thrive and seek out false beauty or the beauty of the world? Who never see the real beauty they could have? Or could we possibly be the in-between clouds who know nothing of beauty and are lost to find it? But let us hope and pray that even if we are not the sunny cloud, we will someday try to be it. Because a sunny cloud not only cares for others deeply, but shines a deep, real beauty that can never be found in pasty make-up or concealing alterations. This beauty starts from within and in time works its way out. But this kind of beauty, once sought after does not demand a lot of time in order for it to transform. It only requires faith. Faith in oneself and faith in your God and Savior. Once you know who you are as a Daughter or Son of God, you know what real beauty is. You will see a tremendous and significant change in yourself that you never knew you could have! You no longer thrive on insecurity or false beauty that brings you nothing, but you will instead thrive on joy and peace. You will be content with yourself and you will love three certain things solely: God, yourself, and life. And most importantly, not only will you love your God, but He will love you too as He already does now. Just the way you are, guarantee.
That is what real beauty is.
That is you.
Originally written:
August 1, 2013
Thursday
10:20(ish)AM
