I’m in crisis mode over here.
At work over the summer we have casual dress. Which means I can wear pants. I’m usually free-ee-zing at work so I take full advantage of every pants-wearing opportunity I get. We went back to normal dress this fall, and *gasp* all my clothes fit differently! Not a good differently, mind you, a bad differently. Let’s just say I’ve given Kim Kardashian a run for her money this summer. I attribute it to eating everything I saw and not working out. Oops.
But as I was lacing up for my second run of the week, I started really thinking about this verse:
For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother’s womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Psalm 139:13-15
You know we live in a culture where a lot of emphasis is put on our appearance. Women and men (yes you too guys) are pushed to change our bodies, sometimes in unnatural ways, to conform to what the “ideal” looks like. Like me freaking out over a little weight gain to extremes where people are taking steroids and starving. We don’t have to do that. We can be content. The Bible says we are fearfully and wonderfully made. God loves His creation. He delights in us.
Funny story. As you may have gathered from photos here, my skin is the color of milk. I am very, very fair-skinned. The other day as I was scurrying across the street, I thought I dropped a piece of paper. I looked down to see what it was I dropped, only to realize it was just my white legs. It got me laughing and it got me wondering what God was thinking when He made me. “Well angels, let’s give her blue eyes here, brown hair here, and just for kicks let’s make her the color of ivory soap.” Did He then stand back at look at His masterpiece? Did He chuckle a little bit thinking that one day I would be looking at my legs to see if they were a piece of dropped paper? I don’t really know, but the Bible tells me that the making of me was fearful and wonderful.
So that brings me back around to my crisis, which is quickly becoming a non-crisis. Considering all the work that God put into making us, why do we complain so much about the work He has done? We don’t look at a tiger and complain that God didn’t make them blue. We don’t look at an elephant and grumble that it’s not small. We don’t plant saplings and try to paint their green leaves pink. Why would we do that to God’s greatest creation, the one He created in His own image?
Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness”…So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. Genesis 1:26a&27
We are talking about our God here. Our God, who created all things. Every single thing. Then when He got to us, He chose to make us in His own image. So I ask myself the question again, why do I complain about the wonderful way He created me? Why do I want to look the way the world suggests I look, when I am already created in the image of the King? I can look at myself in the mirror, extra pounds and all, and be confident that I am looking at something which is fearfully and wonderfully made.