I like the idea there is only one me in this world.  I like the idea there is only one you in this world, as well.  It saddens me when I see people struggling to accept themselves. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t equipped with the radar, with the ability to see through people’s acts.  There are too many times when I want to whisper to them, “It is okay to be yourself.  God made you to be unique.”  I know it sounds a bit lame…so I have yet to actually say this to someone.  Also, most would be offended if I did.

I figured out a long time ago (and I figured out the hard way) accepting myself goes hand in hand with accepting others. When I focus on the ugly of others, I see more ugly in myself as well.  It isn’t how I want to live.  It isn’t easy and sometimes I have to search hard.  It can be like searching for light through dense fog.  The light is almost always there though.  The beauty is almost always there. There are evil people in this world…I admit I cannot always find light and beauty in such.  In most people though I can see through an action, a story of their past, and even through what a person doesn’t say or do. I see the reason and then I am humbled.

I am humbled and my roots become more grounded in Christ.  The more grounded in Christ I become the more I feel His peace, the more I see my own beauty, the more I trust Him, and the more I follow His lead.  It truly trickles down in every part of my life.

I pray for my kids, my husband, and all the people I love in this world…that when they lose their light I have the wisdom to say the right words or to do whatever it is they need to rekindle their light.  I really pray for anyone who struggles to see their own light and beauty.  Also for myself and the times I struggle.  Lord, continue to use me and the gifts You have given me.  I want my light to continue to shine and to become so bright that no one questions my faith and love for You.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.  My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.  Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your books were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. (Psalm 139: 14-16)