Take a good long look at yourself.
If nobody else is going to say it, I will.
You, my friend, need a makeover.
Oh wait. When I look in the mirror I don’t see you. I see ME. Maybe I’m the one that needs a makeover. Maybe we both do.
Wouldn’t that be fun? A day on the town? Makeover Day! We could get new fancy haircuts, maybe some highlights? We get our nails and toes done. Then it’s off to the mall.
New outfits! You get what you want, but I’m thinking about a couple new tailored suits. This is just a daydream, so money is no object! Makeover Day, from our head to our feet!
Our feet! We need shoes. Really nice ones, with brand names people drool over. Maybe new jackets for fall. Some jewelry? Maybe I’ll get my nose pierced.
And then comes the makeup. You can’t have a Makeover Day without the makeup! Now I don’t typically wear makeup, but if you do, I’m more than willing to sit next to you in one of those department stores as somebody dolls you up perfectly. (I might check out some cologne).
And when we’re all done and shiny, we can take a selfie, so we’ll always remember this day when, on a scale from 1 to 10, we jumped from a 6 to an 8.5!
Wow, that was a whirlwind.
Was it worth it? You and I hopping from store to store, spending hypothetical money on hypothetical self improvements? Well, I had a good time. It was kind of nice to pamper ourselves a bit, wasn’t it?
But this scripture kind of makes me wonder:
the –1 Peter 3:3-4
“The unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit.” I really like that. When I look at myself in the mirror, that’s what I want to see. More than the smoothness of my skin or how trimmed my beard is. The makeover that matters most is predominantly of the spiritual kind. It’s easy to lose sight of that.
When I look in the mirror I want to see a spark of hope in my eye, and the confidence of a believer in my smile. I want to be a reflection of the beauty God created in me. It’s the kind of inner beauty that sees wrinkles as laugh lines, and grants an assurance that every hair on my head has been counted by God, freshly cut or not.
Personally, I don’t think it’s a sin to want to look your best, even though I’m typically a bit of a slob. I just think the spiritual makeover should take precedent over the physical kind.
So, thank you God for making what I see when I look in the mirror. Good job. I’ll try to see what YOU see when you look at me.
Thanks for loving me just as I am.
(But I’m keeping the suits)
Have a great week,