I stared angrily at my fourth grade school picture. I turned my head so that no one would see the tears filling my eyes. I was glad the bell was about to ring and I would be able to slip out the door and head for home. I could easily dodge my friends and quickly make it home before anyone would see this.
I've never liked having my picture taken. It just never was my thing but this, in my mind, was awful! My mother had "captured" me several days before the picture was taken. She'd had it with my long, straight brown locks and had my hair cut into what she considered a darling "pixie". I howled and cried while my mother exclaimed how darling I looked. I stared numbly at lock of hair which had been bound up and thrust into my hand as a "keepsake". My hair was gone!
Now I had this horrible picture as a terrible reminder of my shorn head. I contemplated destroying the picture but knew that inquiries would be made. Especially since my older brother would be bringing home his school picture today as well. No, there was no escape. They'd just make me take another one and my hair wouldn't grow out for a long time yet. I quietly stashed the picture on the desk in our dining room and said nothing.
Later that night, my dad asked to see my picture. I was silent for a moment and then burst into tears. "I don't want you to see it!" I cried. My dad was surprised. "Why not?"
"It's a horrible, ugly picture!" I cried harder.
My dad had me retrieve the picture and he looked at it carefully. All he could see was a picture of his beautiful little girl and but he knew I was in no frame of mind to listen to him. I would not take him seriously, no matter what he said.
Without saying a word, my dad carefully cut out one of the smaller pictures. Then he pulled out his drawing board and got out some paper, pencils and colored pencils. That got my curiosity up. I loved to sit in my dad's lap and watch him draw. Maybe he was going to make something for me! I started to climb into my accustomed spot but he "shooed" me away. This made me even more curious. What was he going to do with my picture?
Dad carefully hid his work from my view. "Is that for me?" I kept asking him. I got no reply. The more I tried to peek, the more carefully dad kept it from my view. Finally he told me I had to just sit patiently on the couch and wait. He'd be done soon enough and then I could see.
Finally, everything was complete. I eagerly ran to my father's side. He had carefully traced around my picture and cut out a rectangle. Around that rectangle he had drawn a beautiful picture frame. He had carefully mounted my picture onto a second piece of paper and pressed the two sheets together. Now it looked like my picture was in a beautiful frame.
Off to the left, he had drawn and colored in an excellent likeness of Dennis the Menace gazing up with admiration at my picture. Above Dennis were the words "How about a kiss". Under the picture was a scroll which said "sweetheart" and then my dad's pet name for me. The despised picture suddenly became a treasure to me! No matter what I thought I looked like, I was beautiful in my father's sight!
My dad has been gone for 30 years now. A couple of years ago, I matted and framed this drawing. Today it hangs in my bedroom as a reminder that I am not only my earthly father's daughter, I am also the daughter of my Heavenly Father. His love for me is not based on what I do or do not look like. Certainly he is more pleased with me when I am obedient but his love for me is not based on that. I did not do anything special to deserve it or earn it. In fact, I did the exact opposite. It is based on the fact that I am me.
Imagine that! Everyone of us...everyone of us is so precious to God that he willingly laid down himself for us so that we might reconciled with him and be with him. That's how much he wanted us. He did this despite the fact that some would still ultimately reject him. He did this despite the fact that we would often fall flat on our faces and bring him terrible pain.
It makes no sense. We certainly don't seem to be worth it. There's no way we'd do it...well...we might do it for our own family or a very dear friend but everyone? No way!
So, the next time the enemy tries to trick you into believing you're not worth it, take a good hard look at Calvary. You are precious in the Father's sight and God himself has declared "You're worth it!" When you get right down to it, God's opinion is the only one that really matters, doesn't it?
P.S. Ironically, I'm due to have my head shaved in about a week before it all starts to come out. I'm beginning to think it won't be quite a traumatic as this other haircut was. Already my hair is developing the consistency of straw! I am beautiful in his sight. I am beautiful in his sight!
What a wonderful story! Thanks for the reminder that I am beautiful in God's sight! I struggle with insecurity a lot of the times and it has been ahrd realizing that to God I am beautiful!