Never has it been harder to accept who we are than the age we are in right now. Though our western society has hashtags galore to promote beauty standards and “accept yourself” movements, people are more insecure, lost, and self-haters than ever before. We are a culture obsessed with self {hence, selfies} as well as having health/beauty standards that are impossible to live up to consistently throughout our lives.
And I have had enough, really. I’m tired of thinking that God made a mistake with me. I’m tired of thinking that because I’m not {insert whatever here} then I must be ugly. I’m sick of feeling that because I am not the same size that I used to be means I’m fat or ugly or unworthy. I’m sick of all the lies.
You see, becoming a mother has changed the game a lot. And becoming a mother to a daughter has heightened the stakes. The research and surveys that show girls are worrying about their weight as young as five is staggering. And that there are girls who have not even hit their “tweens” that are dieting. Like, that is just appalling.
We have to do something about this.

There is a lie floating around Christian circles that protecting children from “the world” is bad. Some people believe that if children are protected too much from this broken world that it will cause them to rebel later down the track etc. This is ridiculous. What makes children rebel? Sin. Whether they are exposed or not, they have wills of their own and they will choose how they live, whether following the way their parents lead them to or not.
But, parents have an explicit duty towards God to raise the children He has placed them in their care in the ways of the Lord. And the more I grow in understanding of the Word, and the more I see this world around us, the more I see that His ways are so, so, so radically different. I’m realising that we are, as Christians, supposed to be radically different.¬†
What made Israel a holy nation was that they were chosen and set a part. Things turned ugly for them {ie. when Babylon almost wiped them off the face of the earth} when they became a part of the world around them. When they wanted a golden cow, when they wanted kings instead of priests, when the wanted this or that – and not God and His ways. Things just went ka-pooey.
And God has a radically different view about ME – who I am, how I look, how I am made up – than the world does. And His view of me NEVER gets me down or in a state of self-loathing. His view of me ALWAYS glorifies Himself and the incredible creative love and honour He bestows upon those whom He creates.
Is it not incredible the workings of DNA? Is it not amazing that my large nose had been carried down through generations from our German/Jewish background? Isn’t it amazing that my light blonde hair, freckles and light skin come from some Scandanavian Saxon thousands of years ago? Isn’t amazing that my daughter is the spitting image of her name-sake grandmother when she was the same age in the late 1940’s?
But my flaws are amazing too… The weight I cannot shake for the life of me. The varicose veins gifted to me from my mother and Nana. My lack of mathematical ability. These things are no less amazing because they are – percieved by me – to be negatives. They are amazing because, for some reason or another, when God knitted me in the womb, fearfully and wonderfully; when He arranged the history of my peoples in my blood and thought of what would most glorify Him, He chose these things.
Who am I – and who is society – to tell Him He was wrong?
I find the less I watch the things of this world – Facebook, gossip sites, movies etc – the less dissatisfied I am with myself. When my eyes turn away from the world {which tells me to simultaneously believe in myself as I am whilst promoting their form of beauty as the right form} and more on Him, the more I realise that true beauty is so much more beautiful, so different, so varied, so unconventional, so less outward-related that I am amazed.
And I see that health is beautiful. Not a no-sugar, only meat, no carbs sort of health. The health I mean is one where what you do with your body – whether eating or exercising – is to the glory of God. And eating chocolate can glorify God, people, because chocolate is GOOD! And so is moving the body in exercise so you’re using the muscles in the way they’re supposed to be used – by working. Working our bodies the way they are supposed to be worked is¬†part of the beauty God has made.
We’re under grace so I’m not talking about laws and rules of what is or isn’t beauty. We can be fashionable and wear make-up and dye our hair. But our hearts have to have God-glorifying motivations. Am I wearing make-up to hide what I think is an ugly face? Am I wearing this dress to show off my curves? Am I covering up not because it’s modest but because I don’t want anyone to look at me?
I could go on and on. But I’ll stop. All I wanted to get out there is that Christian women have got to take back beauty, not for themselves, but for God. We’ve got to be radically different in how he portray beauty to the world around us because we are a holy and set a part people. And we have to radically change what we are doing as mothers so that, as we raise our sons and daughters, the next generation are growing up rooted in God-glorifying, truth-exalting, grace-bestowing beauty.

10 Replies to “This Is Me: Accepting How God Made Me”

  1. You are correct being a Mom and getting age is a lot. Your word inspires me though that THIS IS ME Accepting How GOD made me. I most of the time got insecure but your article made me think and yes whatever I am right now, this is me and I should be proud of it. Visiting from Making Mondays

  2. It is so hard these days to not let what people dictate what is beautiful. Images of beauty are pounding on children at a young age and as a parent it can be hard to shield them from the non God centered view on beauty. I know my mother did her best to make sure we know that God loved us for who we were. I am so glad that she did teach me and my sister that.

  3. Amen! I'm a 41 year old mommy of 8. My youngest is 7 months old. It's hard to feel pretty with stretch marks and cellulite. But I've come to realize that the Lord gave me this body for his glory and purpose, and that purpose has nothing to do with meeting the world's standard of beauty. As moms our body is a sacrifice to those beautiful gifts we have the privilege to carry. How amazing has the Lord made our bodies that we get to carry a little piece of his creation inside of us. We have earned every stretch mark and every extra pound! When our Lord looks at us He sees nothing but a beautiful daughter, who tries to dress modestly. The world sees and over weight aging women with very little since of style. I pray every mother out there will see true beauty in whatever season of life the Lord has them. Glorify our God by being happy with your life He has given you!! Thank you so much for this article. It really touched my heart!!! By the way my name is Pamela.

  4. Pamela, what an encouragement! Thank you for being honest and truth-filled. You are amazing – 8 kids! What a legacy you will have. I love how you said that what God sees when He sees us is totally different to what the world sees. This was really encouraging and touching for me, I will remember this. Thank you for blessing me x

    1. Isa, thank you for your encouragement! I am grateful there are other Christian women thinking about these things and I pray we make any impact in our circles so the truth about real beauty gets out there.

  5. Really encouraging article, Sarah. I have been going through a course from Western Conservatory with my nearly 13 yr old daughter, called Reclaiming Beauty, and it has been helpful for me as well as my daughter! Thank you for sharing this.
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