His Perfect Design
Happy Halloween!
In case you’re wondering, yes, I did take my daughter out tonight!
She was dressed as Hank from Finding Dory and we took her to her first trunk-or-treat at another local church.
We are loving all of these little milestones!
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When you think of Halloween, what do you think of? Probably costumes and candy or maybe The Addam’s Family and “The Monster Mash”?
That all makes sense.
This year, when I’m thinking about Halloween, all I can think about is the candy and how I can’t eat a lot of it. See, I recently started a “diet”: intermittent fasting along with counting calories. This means I can only eat between the hours of 11:00 and 7:00 and I can only consume about 1700 calories in that time frame.
Ever since I had my daughter, I have developed a more significant sweet tooth. I think it’s because I don’t like coffee and chocolate is the only way I can get any caffeine. But I concede that that is likely my brain justifying my sugar intake.
Anyway, my daughter isn’t old enough to eat the candy she collected tonight, so originally I figured my husband and I would pig out. But with this new diet I obviously can’t binge on M&Ms anymore. This is kind of making me dread the temptation I’m up against.
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Now I would say I’m not considered to be a heavy person. Never have been. But I can tell you that I have always felt like I am. I have never liked what I see when I look in the mirror.
In college, I was probably the skinniest I had ever been. I was sickly and couldn’t eat because of my health issues and lost around twelve pounds within a two week period. And I still didn’t like myself. I still thought I was too fat. There is never a day where I am truly happy with my appearance.
The other day I heard a song called “The Truth” and it absolutely broke my heart. I want you to read a section of the lyrics and see if you can figure out why.
“The truth is I am my Father’s child/
I make Him proud and I make Him smile/
I was made in the image of a perfect King/
He looks at me and wouldn’t change a thing”
I felt so guilty when I heard these words.
If you go to an art show, you’ll look at sculptures and paintings that were carefully and uniquely designed. You’ll admire works that someone took the time to painstakingly craft every delicate detail.
Now how would the artist feel if you spent your whole time at the gallery pointing out flaws in their work?
I feel like that is what I’m doing to God every time I point out my own flaws or put myself down. I’m questioning His design and insulting His work. But, as David wrote, “I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” I am part of God’s perfect creation, made in His image. And who am I to question God’s design?
