Saturday, March 9, 2013

Message in the Mirror

Message in the Mirror
 
            Well, here I am again sitting on my bedroom carpet and leaning against my bed, my Acer netbook opened on my lap.  Today the Lord used a very trivial lesson to open my eyes to a new perspective, and I wanted to document it and share with you all.
            Yesterday, my mom and I had stopped in Walgreens to get some makeup, and since there was a buy-one-get-one-half-off sale going on, I ended up getting a green eye shadow as the half-off item.  For those of you that know me well, you know I’ve only ever worn white and petal pink eye shadow; I’m not the type for radical colors.  But I figured, why not try a bold color like green and just see what it looks like? 
            So this morning, I took out my makeup bag from under my bathroom sink and began experimenting.  It looked like a pretty shade of green in the bottle- “Extreme Green” they called it- but as I began “painting” the liquid eye shadow on my eyelids, I decided “Monster Green” would’ve been a more appropriate name instead.  Later I concluded that “Shrek Green” was the best way to describe it though.  As I was smearing it on, I laughed at a visual that crossed my thoughts.  I could just see my future boyfriend someday telling his parents that he wanted to ask me out.  “You can’t like her!” his mom protested.  “What’re you thinking?  She wears creepy green eye shadow!”… and creepy it did look on me.  It’s fine for some girls I’m sure, but needless to say, my mom and I decided that green just isn’t my thing.
            It was a funny flunked experiment, although a good effort, but as I was removing the “Shrek Green” makeup from my eyelids however, my thoughts turned to more serious reflections.  The green eye shadow hadn’t necessarily looked bad on me.  I looked like a teenager again though, like I was a typical sixteen-year-old trying to look older than my age.  I could’ve passed as a makeup model for COVERGIRL Intense Shadowblast Extreme Green Eyeshadow+Primer.  I realized then that for years, growing up, that was the look that I had wanted.  I wanted to look like a glamor girl, like a model.  To be the dolled-up, popular girl that catches a boy’s attention everywhere she goes and has a string of boys competing for her time and affection.  To meet the world’s standard of attractive.
            But as I looked in the mirror at my reflection, my green eye shadow bold enough to catch me the attention I had wanted for so long during my teenage years, I realized that I hadn’t really known what I was yearning for then.  I was reminded of such a powerful scene from one of my favorite movies, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader.  One of the main characters Lucy Pevensie doubts her self-worth, and one night, she recites a magic spell she had found to turn herself into the image of her older sister, who she thinks is more beautiful than herself.  After glimpsing the consequences of having wished herself away though, she shudders in horror at the remembrance.  “That was awful,” she admits to Aslan the Great Lion.  “But you chose it, Lucy,” Aslan reminds her.  And then the words of her reply echoed to me this morning.  “I didn’t mean to choose all of that.”  As I yearned as a young girl to be considered beautiful when compared to models and glamor girls, I didn’t realize either that I was wishing for “all of that.”
            The dolled-up glamor girl was who I had thought I wanted to be… but I realized in my moment of reflection that she wasn’t.  The girl that I had wanted to become was not the girl that God had wanted me to become.  Sometimes, I wonder if maybe that’s the case for many of us.  We think we want something so bad, we make ourselves over to be the person we want to be, but in reality, that person is not who God desires us to become.  Our wants and His wants are not always the same.
            Lately, the Lord has been doing a tremendous work in me, maturing me mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, so this transformation in my own desires had been begun long before just this morning.  But He used my “Shrek Green” eye shadow experiment to open my eyes to see the work He had already begun in me.  He’s conformed my wants to His wants now, and I see that the glamor girl, beauty pageant queen reputation I had thought I wanted isn’t really the reputation I want after all.  Rather than being known as a fashionable dolled-up model that all the guys are crazy about, I’d much rather be known as a pretty, respectable, godly young woman that would make an excellent homemaker wife and mother someday.  That’s the person I want to be now, the person He wants me to be, and who He’s helping me to become, for as my best friend wisely reminded me once, “…we can trade our virginity to be like other girls at any moment; however, those who have sold themselves short can never be like us again.”  “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” (Pr 31:30)  “Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of fine clothes.  Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.” (1Pe 3:3&4)
            As I said, what we want is not always what the Lord wants for us.  He loves us unimaginably and knows what’s best for us.  He knows us better than we know ourselves, and therefore, He knows what will really make us happy, despite what we might tell Him we want.  The same goes with the kind of young man I used to say I wanted to marry someday.  I realize now that my former ideal future husband is not really the kind of man that I could be truly happy with as his wife.  The Lord is conforming my ideals to His in every aspect, and maybe it’s time you ask Him to begin the same work in you.  Maybe it’s time for some inner reflection and evaluation of your dreams and your desires.  Are they truly what the Lord wants for you?  Or are they only what you want for yourself?  If you find that your ideas of what will make you happy are contrary to God’s, maybe it’s time to take the makeup off, stop pretending, and allow Him to transform your desires and conform them to His.  I’ll never be the popular glamor girl I used to dream of being, but I’ve realized that being the unassuming, intelligent girl He created me to be is of far greater value and worth than any of the attentions I could’ve received from my physical appearance.  The inner beauty of being who God wants you to be and of doing what He wants you to do brings the greatest happiness you’ll ever know.  While He was still just forming you in your mother’s womb, the Lord knew the person He wanted you to grow up to be.  “All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” (Ps 139:16)  As Aslan later tells Lucy, “Don’t run from who you are.”  Or from who you’re supposed to be.
 
 
 
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart…”
Jeremiah 1:5
 
 
~We’ve all heard of the phrase “pulling on her/ his heartstrings,” but heart-chords?  I was struggling to decide what to name my blog.  I wanted it to be a name that was both creative and meaningful.  As I pondered, my gaze fell upon my acoustic guitar where it stands in my bedroom, and the Lord reminded me that our hearts- our lives- are instruments.  They are constantly in song, but what melody our heart plays is each of our own decisions.  They can play a melody for praise or for entertainment.  A musician selects his songs according to his audience.  So do we.  Whether our audience is the world or the Lord, our song will be different.  This blog is designed to first, increase my awareness in finding God and His guidance in my every day and second, to share the music lessons He teaches me in tuning my heart to learn the chords of praise He longs to play on my heart-instrument.  Music is a powerful tool.  Use it for His glory.  “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.” Psalm 40:3
 
 

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