In a world bombarded with skewed thinking, shallowness, and empty dreams, it is easy to get off course and begin to believe that life is about being thin, beautiful, and plastic. It is easy to believe that my worth is in how much money I make, the prestige of my position, and the model of car I drive. It seems that to qualify and compete in today's ever changing ideal of feminine, I am required to have Starbuck's relationships, artificial nails, the right hair cut, and the depth of a birdbath.
What if I am different? What if I want real rather that the plastic life the world offers? Where do I search for such a life? Does it even exist? Is there a place I can go where I am fully accepted--just like I am? Fat, wrinkled, old, poor, whatever--a place where none of these things matter? Does such a utopia exist?
Is there a person who would accept me as I am, foibles and all? I can be rather hard to like sometimes, will I still be received with open arms? As much as I might like to think otherwise, I can be disagreeable and even unpleasant. I'm a noisy, sometimes brassy individual who says the wrong thing sometimes. Is there such a person who would love me anyway? Who would love me as I am but love me too much to leave me like I am?
There is such a place. There is such a Person. His name is Jesus. He's the only One who's ever loved me unconditionally and appropriately. He accepts me exactly like I am but refines and chips away the lies I believed to reveal the truth of who I am. He created me and only He knows the truest part and purpose of my being. He's been faithful to me when I've been unfaithful to Him. He's been loving and present even at the ugliest, most difficult parts of my life. He shares it all and has never once shirked His responsibility or commitment to me. I stand in awe of His magnificent, impeccable character and count myself privileged that He'd allow me to share His heart.