I am an Aunt of seven little munchkins. Four girls and three boys. The girls came first, and then the boys came to try and even it out.
We will never forget when our first munchkin was born. She came into the world eight years ago, and I still remember the wonder of seeing her for the first time.
She was so tiny and the cutest baby we’d ever seen…we thought, eventually we would say that six more times. But she was our first, so it was super exciting.
From the moment she was born, she soon was bombarded with words of love; we told her she was beautiful, cute, adorable, and sweet. She grew into a regular princess as a toddler with blue eyes, blond curls, and a sweet innocent smile.
Her sister joined her two years later, and then we had two princesses on our hands. Disney princess costumes were a must for any day. Two more girls and the boys came and they soon took cuteness compliments to a next level.
As little girls, they dressed in fancy costumes, dancing around the living room, they knew they were cute. A little too much maybe.
They were taught from birth that Jesus loved them, we loved them, they were precious to us and Jesus and that was enough for them.
Childhood is a sacred time; kiddos find joy and wonder in everything. They stand up in the Christmas program, singing the hymns as loud as they can, not caring if they are on key or too loud.
They plow headfirst in doing what they love regardless of the outcome.
Multi-colored dresses, capes, scarves, they don’t care, they are loving themselves and performing for their family, beaming with pride.
While my kiddos are still in their childhood innocence; there comes a point when we grow out of the freedom of the innocent days. Suddenly we begin to care way too much about our appearance.
Maturity takes the place of the wonder of looking at life through a child’s eyes, and nothing is the same after that.
It is very easy to look at children and say that they are fearfully and wonderfully made. To say children are a gift from God. We are quick to build up a child with words of encouragement; telling them how wonderful they are.
But once maturity sets in; it also tends to be a milestone that causes us to no longer believe the truths we were once told. We look blindly on God’s design (us) and start measuring our Creator’s work in a way that was never intended. We start comparing ourselves to others. We don’t like our hair color.
We use make-up to cover everything up. We chose our clothes carefully. And gone are the innocent childhood days of beaming pride and happiness, not caring what anyone thought.
We live in a world that does not promote Psalm 139:14
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
These words are drowned out by the world telling you “you’re not pretty enough” “cover up your scars” “you have to be skinny to fit it”
What if we stopped listening to the world? Wiped off all the make-up and walked boldly onto the stage of the world, our scars and flaws boldly displayed?
But, what too, if we stopped a moment and thought; do I have flaws?
When kids get up front to sing at the Christmas program, you can look into the audience and see dozens of beaming parents.
It didn’t matter if the little boy’s tie was crooked; the once perfect braid of hair with a bow is now falling out, they are on stage giving their all for the audience.
In the same sense, we are on God’s stage, and He is our audience. We should stand boldly there, not caring what we look like, because we are fearfully and wonderfully made, and we are created in His image.
So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.
We believe we have flaws because the world tells us we do. And when we criticize ourselves for not being perfect, we are telling God, He could have done better.
God created each one of us according to His design. God doesn’t make mistakes, He didn’t say “oops!” when He was creating us.
We are perfectly imperfect just the way we are.
If we fully embrace those bold characteristics we once had as kids, and realize that we are fearfully and wonderfully made, it would free us of the burden of listening and complying with the world.
We are not what the world tells us we are; we are what God tells us we are.
His workmanship created in Christ Jesus.