When do you feel the most beautiful?
After watching this video, I felt compelled to respond to that question. (Silly title I know..)
First, I must begin by saying because I have accepted and acknowledged that I am created in the image and likeness of God, that I am desirable to God, that He delights in me, I have come to feel (not always) and know that I am beautiful because of those truths. So with stating that, I can go on to say what makes me feel most beautiful, or just beautiful in general.
Just a side note: When I say ‘feel’ I don’t particularly mean that in a way that you can ‘feel’ for all of them. More so in a way that it is known, but also in a way that it can be felt, because it was known, but not always. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that there are moments that it was first felt, and then later came to be known. If that makes any sense..
I feel beautiful when I smile.
I feel beautiful when I am in Adoration, looking at Christ and letting Him look at me.
I feel beautiful (but don’t sound) beautiful when I sing.
I feel beautiful when I love.
I feel beautiful when I am loved.
I feel beautiful when someone holds doors open for me, or does something out of their way for me.
I feel beautiful when I don’t wear mascara.
I feel beautiful when I do wear mascara.
I feel beautiful praying the Rosary.
I feel beautiful when my neediness for God has come full force upon me.
I feel beautiful in the times of self-sacrifice for a greater cause.
I feel beautiful when I go to the Sacrament of Confession.
I feel even more beautiful returning from the Sacrament of Confession.
I feel beautiful when I just get out of the shower and my hair is wet, messy and uncontrollable.
I feel beautiful around people I love.
I feel beautiful when I cry out to the Lord in all of my brokenness and unfaithfulness.
I feel beautiful when I go before crowds and give my testimony of God’s redemptive, powerful love that He desires and has for His people.
I feel beautiful looking at the stars and the moon, knowing that the God, who created such marvelous things, has made me even more marvelous.
I feel beautiful when I am able to share thoughts, words, and actions with the ones I have gained relationships with, beautiful relationships at that.
I feel beautiful being modest.
I feel beautiful (in the privacy of my own home) wearing just oversized t-shirts and slippers.
I feel beautiful when I am being persecuted, although I feel that I am not even worthy to be persecuted and condemned because of my lack of faithfulness to the daily callings of Christ.
I feel beautiful on the rare occasions where my faith has overcome my fears.
I feel beautiful in humility.
I feel beautiful playing guitar.
I feel beautiful sharing laughter with my family and friends.
I feel beautiful praying.
I feel beautiful when others pray for me.
I feel beautiful that I am called (as everyone) to a Holiness that can only be achieved through the One who is Holy.
I feel beautiful when I respond to that call. (Yet not I, but the Holy Spirit within me giving me the strength to do so.)
I feel beautiful being grateful.
I feel beautiful in the silence.
I feel beautiful around those who contain joy, and are a witness to Christ.
I feel beautiful around flowers and in rays of sunsets and sunrises.
I feel beautiful because I am able to do this, out of the gratitude I have for the One who has given me all these things that help acknowledge the beauty. Out of humble joy, I wish that this may be a reason for you to acknowledge your own beauty and dignity you have as a unique beloved of Christ.
These things that I have stated, and yet some not stated, are because of love. I am convinced that there is no beauty without love and also, no love without beauty. Where does love come from but yet the Creator of Beauty, Who is inexpressibly more beautiful (St. Augustine)? And where does beauty come from but yet the One who is pure, perfect Love Himself?
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I cannot possibly love others, and myself, therefore I see beauty in more fullness, if I have not yet acknowledged the Creator and Lover.
Strive to love, and come to ask and understand why it is that we desire to love and want to be loved. Why is it that we find so much peace, beauty and hope in joy? The beauty of the Creator and of His creation will pour forth and it will make you want to love more (it makes me) and continue to realize that we were created for a purpose. A purpose given to us, if we choose to receive it. It’s a purpose, most definitely bigger than ourselves, but can be achieved through the One who gave us this life and this purpose - a purpose that leads us to truth, beauty, joy, and love.
God bless and Mary protect.
"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble,
whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-
think about such things."