Some of the time, I don’t think I’m beautiful. Now, I’m not fishing for compliments here, and I don’t have a poor self-image. I just have a very close image. When I see myself, it is in a mirror, first or last thing in the morning at very close range. I see all blemishes, uneven skin tones, bags, and red eyes. I rarely get glimpses from a distance. But at a larger distance, all of those things fade into my face, which reflects my personality, feelings, and is just me. So, when people, like my wonderful husband, tell me that I am beautiful, I can believe them, because I know that all those things in the mirror are insignificant in the whole picture. So it is with who we are.
We are all failures in one way or another. We all fall short. We all mess up. But, somehow, people tell us that we are wonderful. God tells us that we are beautiful, and that we are worth dying for. He knows that those imperfections are there. He knows that they don’t define who we are. We should believe Him.