Last night I accompanied my daughters to the Secret Keeper Girl Masterpiece World Tour in Jonesboro, Georgia. It was phenomenal. If you have the opportunity to go, please do. My daughters are seven. They are just at the brink of the “tween” age when their friends are beginning to question their value and beauty. We have already had several conversations about where their worth comes from and that their heart is their most beautiful part because Jesus lives there. My daughters are precious, loving souls in their own right. Both have been recognized this year for being an example of positive character traits that had to do with accepting and loving others. They love people regardless. I love that about them.
While talking with the young girls last night, Dannah Gresh, creator of Secret Keeper Girl, also addressed us as moms on several occasions. However, one time really spoke to me. She spoke about how we are masterpieces created by God. She began with discussing creation and how each day God declared His creation on that day was “good.” When he created Adam and Eve He declared it “very good.” God was proud of His greatest creation: us. We admire God’s creation and often see God through nature. How can we look at His creation that He called “good” and yet not also admire His masterpiece that he called “very good?” How can we tell Him though our words and actions that His masterpiece is not exactly that?
As a girl I was teased mercilessly for a variety of reasons with regards to my physical body: too tall, glasses, curly hair, weight… It never seemed to end. This has affected me into adulthood. My physical appearance is still a source of embarrassment for me and contributes significantly to my chronic low self-esteem. I avoid mirrors whenever possible. I put myself in the back of pictures (being tall is a benefit there.) I have no problem telling my daughters that they are gorgeous masterpieces. Why do I have a hard time telling myself?
That is where God really spoke through Dannah Gresh last night. She told the mothers that this idea is caught better than taught. Ouch. In other words, my daughters will learn it from my actions more than they will learn it through my words to them. Toes officially stepped on. That rang in my head and heart the rest of the night.
This morning, my pastor was talking about the events of Palm Sunday and how the people praised Jesus as He was coming into Jerusalem. However, the stark reality is that just days later, those same people shouting “Hosanna” in the streets and laying palm branches at His feet will be calling for His death. As we participated in communion today, the events of the last 24 hours of Jesus’ earthly life kept coming to mind. The betrayal by His disciple. Peter denying Him three times. Being whipped and beaten almost to death. The farce of a trial. Crucifixion. Being ridiculed. The crown of thorns. Taking the sin of all the world of all time on Himself. Separation from His Father. Being totally disconnected from His Father that is truly part of Himself.
After all that He has done for me, how dare I tell God that He messed up when He made me? How dare I complain about my height? How dare I talk about my body as if He made a mistake? How dare I not do all I can to take care of His masterpiece: physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally?
I am glad I have some time off of work next week. I have some getting right with God to do. I have some apologizing to do. Mostly, I have some thinking to change. I know it will not be a one-time thing. It will be a daily, and most likely hourly, surrender. After all He has done for me, how can I do any less?
“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.” Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” Psalms 139:13-14 (ESV)