Yesterday was the first day of our homeschool and we are starting our Bible lessons with the Book of Genesis. The creation story is familiar, though I still have a hard time remembering what was created when. I do remember that, at the end of each day, God looked at what He’d made and “saw that it was good.” Actually, on the sixth day, after He’d created man in His image, “God saw all that He had made, and it was very good.”
Later in the day, I thought about how we image-bearers (especially the female segment), often dispute that divine declaration. We look in the mirror with dismay at the kinks He put in our hair, or the curls He left out. We frown at the shape of the lips He carved and the nose He sculpted. And we say, “It is not good.”
Why should we believe that any hair texture, skin tone, or bone structure is better than another? Why would we limit the definition of beauty when God’s design is so magnificently diverse? Why are we more willing to believe cultural standards than the Creator of the universe?
What can you start to appreciate about the way God made you?