Through God's Eyes

Looking in the mirror, staring at my reflection
Going through a list of things I have
That the media try to pass off as “unacceptable”
I am no size 2 and I have curves, a lot of them
My skin is not flawless and does not have a nice tan
My hair doesn’t stay perfect all day
It gets frizzy, and starts to get wavy
But I feel the pressures every day to try and obtain something I’m not
But then I remember
All this I see is through physical eyes.
Eyes that have been taught by a world to look at something
And if it does not look a certain way then it is not beautiful.
So I close my eyes
And I say, “God show me how You see me”
I open my eyes
And there before me stands,
Not a woman with curves, uneven pale skin and wavy hair
But a daughter of the Most High
Full of boldness and strength
A warrior for the Lord
Radiating with beauty greater than any flower
This beauty can only come from knowing the Lord
A woman whose heart is full of love, compassion, and joy
A woman with a song in her heart, waiting to be released
I see a woman who does not need the world’s approval
But a woman who knows who she is in the Lord
A woman whose heart breaks
Breaks for those who still seek this worlds acceptance
Knowing that God has already accepted them all
He is waiting patiently for them to look in the mirror and say,
“God, show me how You see me…”