I wonder about us girls (I still think of myself as a girl) and whether we every completely outgrow our insecurities? I wish my thighs were more slender and I miss the waist I had before I carried babies in my belly. Once I considered my full cheeks were a flaw, but now I embrace the joyful expression they provide. I don't love my thighs, but truthfully, they will not improve as I age, so I better flaunt them as they are. I witness the girls in our home as they primp, diet and hide behind makeup, clothes and attitude. They don't yet know they are so gorgeous - each one of them!
How can I convey they are lovely, desirable, accepted and created for purpose? It's too big a task, I fear. There are moments where I'm "in" and they hear me...and moments where I feel so shut out. I want to make the best of those moments when my influence matters and when I have a way to encourage. I want to point them to the Lord as their mirror and to the Scripture as their source of truth.
I see an ending - one of our girls will be graduating high school in one year. My season of influence will be short. I want to make it meaningful.