She's a model......

Today I spent the morning doing some modelling.
It's not as exciting as it sounds, just a cheap way of getting my hair highlighted at a top salon.
I also get as much coffee as I can drink, and a few hours peace to browse through magazines and read my book, while the stylist works her magic.

The downside is that I have to sit in front of a mirror for 2 and a half hours.
Some of the time I choose to avert my gaze, but I did look for a while today, and wasn't entirely happy with what I saw.
Rosy cheeks,more lines than I'd like, and unmistakable dark circles under my eyes.

Yes I know I need to make some changes in my life.
I'm not very healthy at the moment. I'm carrying excess weight, and feeling every one of my 43 years.

However, I spend my life and ministry telling people God loves them.
He sees our sins and our flaws, but still we are God's precious children and he delights in us,
as adults delight in toddlers taking their first steps or saying their first words.
So why can't I extend that same grace and compassion to myself when I look in the mirror?

"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you.
He will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing."
Zephaniah 3:17

Look in the mirror with me and read those words.
Rejoice at all God has done for us. Take a moment to see ourselves as he sees us.
Let him quieten our hearts and our minds with his love, even as we protest at our imperfections.
Let's listen for his voice singing and rejoicing over us.
What's his song choice for me for today?

Sorry I'm a child of the 80's so it could only be....

"She's a model, and she's looking goooooood!"

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