black beauty or little women.
imagine my surprise when my gorgeous mother applied the tiniest
bit of mascara to my pale, puny lashes before the annual church
choir banquet!
it was the most amazing experience to see my pitiful caterpillar
self transform into a choir queen. i actually did win that title at the
banquet. what kind of church has a choir queen?
as wonderful as it was to be a butterfly for the moment, i had to wash
off all my beauty before i went to bed. back to being a caterpillar.
hans and i decided that we wouldn't speak of our little girls' pretty
faces, because we wanted them to be confident in who God made
them to be not in how He made them appear. we worried that if we
extolled the outside, they might neglect their inside.
"your beauty should not come from the outward adornment . . .
instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of
a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight."
1 peter 3:3,4
however, even with our good intentions, when the girls hit high
school and discovered what ignorant, annoying people we were,
we threw out our principles and shouted desperately, "we think
you're beautiful!"
love,
lea
revised from november 2, 2009 for sabbath rest.
