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Broken Heart

It’s been a while since there’s been a post on this blog — so, if you’re not looking to read a book, then I’d scroll down the page and see what other posts there are, and if you’re up for a nice fire-side story… please, make yourself comfortable.

Let me start out with saying that the image in this post is over-looking part of a neighborhood in Port-au-Prince, Haiti in the early morning. This picture was taken on the last day, or morning, the team was in Haiti. Yes, I was part of that team if it isn’t already obvious. I won’t elaborate too deeply on my experience, but I will say this: No one will understand, unless they’ve been to Haiti, what I am trying to say. I could try and explain it a million ways and people would still not truly get it.

What is it?

It is my personal experience. For many of the kids on the team, including me, which consisted of 19 people total: 11 high school students, 3 eighth graders, and 4 chaperones/leaders, it was our first time going down to Haiti — and for some, it was their first time leaving the country. I have been on an international mission trip before, but to a more rural and less poverished country — Ecuador. Haiti, for me was an eye-opening experience, as it is for many, but since each person’s background story, life experiences, etc. is different, the experience has a different impact each and every time… if that makes sense.

For me, it was a literal slap in the face. The slap in the face, honestly, wasn’t bad – in fact I desperately needed it. I was struggling with so many selfish desires – these desires were to fill that void in my heart, the pain I felt emotionally. I did nothing out of lustful intents nor anything that breaks the law… but I did hurt myself and the people closest to me because of what I was doing to myself. Basically, what I’m also trying to say is that I hit rock bottom. I was done, I didn’t want to try anymore. I was so done that I almost backed out of going to Haiti, as I was second-guessing myself so much to the point I drove myself into having anxiety attacks. Going to Haiti made me realize that I may have it rough, I may go through trials, but it is nothing compared to what the Haitian people are going through. Despite the severe poverty, crime rates, and so forth, the Christians of that society… I envy their faith. Americans are rich with possessions — most often or not unneeded possessions — while the Haitians who are (for some, literally) dirt-poor are richer than any of us Americans could imagine in their relationship to Christ. Seeing how such a poor and troubled people could be so content, so happy, snapped me out of my own trance.

Our group was working on the floor of a school at the sight of the orphanage our church has been supporting for years, now. During breaks, or when we needed a break from the heat, we would go and play with the orphans, as they were on some sort of break. Gosh, I can’t even describe the feeling of getting to interact, hold, and play with the kids — all whose ages range from 2-18 years. I can tell you, as I’m writing this, I’m smiling like an idiot and starting to tear up at all the happy memories. The bonds/friendships made will last a life-time and beyond. The night we said goodbye was heart-breaking. And at that, it brings me to the main point of this entry…

Recently, I was listening to the music on my phone. I have about 800 songs on my phone… don’t judge. Often or not, I’ll “discover” songs that I had purchased a long time ago – and when I say “a long time ago” I mean a year or so ago. Anyway, as I was listening, a song came up that I had forgotten how much meaning it had written in between the lyrics. That song was “Break My Heart by Jonny Diaz. If you have not heard the song, need a refresher, or would just like to hear it, click the link, and take a minute and listen.

Before going to Haiti, that song to me, had as much meaning as the lyrics plainly state:

I see children in slavery
It’s all too much so I turn off the TV
A world away from the world they’re in
So I give up before I even begin

To try to make this right
To try to love like Christ

So, help me see through the eyes of the hurting
Come break my heart, come break my heart
True grace sees a face, not a burden
So, come break my heart, won’t You break my heart?
Come break my heart

It’s hard to see past my picket fence
So I give a little from a guilty conscience
How can I ever really make a change
When I’m too afraid to even feel their pain

So, help me see through the eyes of the hurting
Come break my heart, come break my heart
True grace sees a face, not a burden
So, come break my heart, won’t You break my heart?

I believe that love can bridge the distance
And I believe that one can make a difference
‘Cause one man on a cross changed the world

So, help me see through the eyes of the hurting
Lord break my heart, Lord break my heart
‘Cause true grace sees a face, not a burden
Come break my heart, won’t You break my heart?

Help me see through the eyes of the hurting
Come break my heart, come break my heart
Sure, Your love should never be a burden
Come break my heart, won’t You break my heart?
Lord break my heart, come break my heart
Lord, break my heart

Taken from: SongLyrics.com

I had never given much thought to the true meaning behind the song. But I doubt I could’ve without a little extra help. After going to Haiti, I heard of the stories of children being enslaved — I even got to meet some kids who had been rescued from the restavek programs, who had been rescued from being sex slaves. I got to see first hand through the eyes of the children, thanks to the wonderful workers at the orphanage. At first I had felt nothing after interacting with the kids, but that was because I knew nothing about their past. Their burdens were not burdens to me, their burdens – well, most had let go of. Their faces would light up as soon as they saw us, and so would ours. Those kids broke my heart right in two. This “heart break” isn’t like that of a relationship between a guy and girl… that “heart broken” stuff, for that, is crap. I’m sorry, but it is. To see a child, who is as much as a total stranger to you as you are to them, come up to you without hesitation and lift their arms up as a gesture to be held, hugged, and loved… well, it is heart breaking. I wanted to feel their pain, to know what they had gone through and then see where the kids were now. My heart broke because of the type of adoration I learned of. This kind of adoration cannot be explained.

That step out of my comfort zone — going while I was struggling, going to a different country without my parents, being held at a whole new level of responsibility — is all just a mere memory now.

That love Jonny Diaz is talking about, for me, did build a bridge. It built a bridge from my heart straight to Haiti and the kids there. Their faces are forever in my head – the smiles, the laughter. I thought that while I was going to be down in Haiti, everything would just be a burden, a painful burden. I had pushed my own burdens aside, bracing for these new ones — I was asking myself, “How can I love these children? How can I show them the love of Christ? How do I communicate it?” the list goes on and on. God answered that: be yourself and simply embrace them. I needed to learn how to love these children on my own, for God knew I’d find the answers to my questions very fast.

My heart will always be broken. It will always go out to the orphans and people of the world, no matter what status they are in society. I cannot wait to go back to Haiti and hug the kids and play with them and work in the heat. I do not care what other people think of me and how I feel towards Haiti and the people. Haiti will have a special place in my heart and I will never get tired of showing God’s love in countless ways, as well as serving Him – wherever, whenever, and to whoever he calls me to minister, too.

My wish for ever person that reads this blog, in general, is that they take the message of the post away with them. And I wish for God to place a burden in people’s hearts to do his will – I also hope that each and every one of you who reads this will get a chance to go on a mission trip, as the impact is amazing and unforgettable.

In Christ,
Tori

If you have questions concerning the statics, etc. of Haiti, feel free to send me a message via the blog’s email (found on the Contact Us page).

Here are a few sites about Haiti and its background, for those interested, including information on restaceks.

RestavekFreedom.org
–> The Issue

Love In Motion

MissionofHaiti.org
–> Haiti Facts

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The Bravery of Your Ordinary Girl

   Date: March 1, 2014.

   This morning I read the book of Esther. I had always known it was a story about a girl who saved her people from annihilation. But up until now, I hadn’t really read the book of Esther and thought about what really went on in it.

   First off, for those who don’t know or aren’t familiar with the story, it is about a Hebrew girl who becomes the queen of Persia and saves her people from being destroyed by a powerful man in the king’s court. Esther is aided by her gifts of beauty, faith, and wisdom from God along with her cousin and guardian, Mordeci. If you want to really read the whole story (which I strongly suggest you do, it isn’t long), it is found in the seventeenth book of the Old Testament, called Esther.

   Now, I know when I was little, I always thought of Esther as a grown woman, maybe in her 20s – in all the movies, pictures, etc. that was how I had seen her depicted. In which, she was, though she wasn’t in her 20s, but in her time she was considered to be a grown woman. In our day and age she would’ve been considered a girl. Esther was a young woman – a virgin woman – who was probably no older than seventeen. Scary though, huh? (To those teenage girls out there reading this)

   Esther or Hadassah was an orphan. The Bible isn’t specific as to how old she was exactly when her parents died or how they died, but it says she was very young when Mordeci took her in as his own. You may be wondering about the name Hadassah, which means “myrtle” – Hadassah is Esther’s Hebrew name. Esther, which means “star” is her Persian name. When the Jewish people were exiled and captured first by the Babylonians, who fell to the Persians, they were given new names or names that were easier for the Persians to know and with these re-namings, it wiped the Jewish heritage in a sense or covered it up. It was like a supremacy play – renaming was like changing one’s identity.

   As I read further into the book of Esther, parts became familiar. These were the parts of the story that I had heard in those childhood stories. What I didn’t fully recognize was how truly terrified and brave Esther truly was. She was, and can be, definitely deemed as a heroine. In order to saver her people, who Haman was plotting to rid the world of. Esther had to go to the King and plead his blessing (please him) and ask him to reverse a decree Haman had put out. Now, we all may think – or I know I did – she’s the queen, he’s the king, it shouldn’t be a big deal. Customs were different then, unless the king called for the queen, she wasn’t welcome (or anyone for that matter) into the throne room. That idea of the Queen doing whatever she pleased is bologna. Yes, she did have freedom to do as she wished, but she had to obey the King’s laws – when he did summon her, she had to come. No ifs, buts, or whys. If anyone – or the queen – entered and the king didn’t find favor or holds “out [his] golden scepter so that [whoever] may live” (4:11), well it was death for the poor soul that entered.

   Esther was willing to risk it all – she was willing to give up her life to save her people. She had requested prayer and fasting from Mordeci and the Hebrew people three days in advance. God was watching over her. The event that took place wasn’t just chance or luck, it was a God moment. Not only did she gain his approval and kept her life, “she won favor in his sight” (5:2). He even showed compassion and sought to please whatever desires she wished. I think I would’ve fainted out of relief. Her request – well, she asked if the King and Haman would feast with her. She could’ve bailed completely on her plan at that moment  and instead requested riches, luxuries, etc. but she didn’t. She stayed loyal to her people and focused on her plan as well as determined.

  At the feast, or when it was finished, the King asks Esther, “What is your wish? It shall be granted you. And what is your request?” (5:6). I think this threw Esther off a bit – as she was not expecting it, even though in the text she seems calm and collected. She asks that King Ahasuerus (or Xerses I) and Haman dine with her the next night.

  During the course of the night Haman plots to hang Mordeci, though God doesn’t allow it. For what seems like a coincident, wasn’t at all. That same night, after the feast, the King cannot sleep and calls for “the book of memorable deeds, the chronicles” (6:1) to be read to him. He learned that Mordeci had saved the king’s life from two of the gate eunuchs and had not  been rewarded.  The next morning, he calls for Haman, but doesn’t mention Mordeci’s name, and asks what should be done for a man who has essentially saved his life.  Haman tells of the extravagance this man should be clothed in and honored, being paraded down the roads with a high ranked official proclaiming the favor the man has sought from the King. I love how God has such humor and knows how to knock someone off their high horse. The ironic even occurs: Haman must do all he told the King for Mordeci. And he must lead him down the streets proclaiming. This is what saves Mordeci’s life.

  Meanwhile, that even after the feast Esther really confronts the King, or answers his question of how he can grant her wishes.

This is the part that just amazes me.

Elegance. Bravery. Grace. Courage.

Understand that Haman is essentially the second in command; a little below the Queen. He is very powerful. Esther tells the King that there is a person plotting against her and her people – the Jews.

   She had not told anyone of her heritage. Naturally, the King asks who (or not naturally, but relieving). Esther stands up (not literally) to the bully – she says rather boldly, “‘A foe and enemy! This wicked Haman!'” (7:6). As I write this, I never realized why Esther invited Haman. I mean, yes, he was basically the King’s right-hand man, but she needed him there to be able to really point out who, physically. For in the Bible, after Esther breaks Haman’s plot, he is immediately “terrified of [of] the king and queen,” (7:6).

   King Ahasuerus, instead of being enraged by Esther’s reveal, he is enraged ay Haman. Haman doesn’t even try to plead his case – he had enough power, he could’ve. Esther was a Jew. Even the King could’ve thrown her out and called her crazy. But he wasn’t. Haman’s plot in the end becomes his own demise. Esther saves her people and has truly won the heart of the King.

  The application – if that’s what you want to call it – is that anyone, especially girls, can do more than just look pretty. We have voices and are more than able to speak up. Esther was a 16-17 year old girl who became queen and saved her people because of how God worked through her and gave her bravery and courage. In the ancient times, women didn’t have the same freedoms or rights as men. They were seen more as property. In the Twenty-First Century, we have the same rights as men in America. We have the equality. It’s a privilege, too. The fact that the King loved and valued her and listened to her is miraculous, literally. She was respectful. Through God anything is possible (Matt. 19:26). We, as girls, women, can be inspired by Esther – her bravery, faith, and dependence on God is awing. She was just a Hebrew girl. She was not famous, she had no real status. God could’ve pick anyone. Kind Ahasuerus could’ve chosen another woman to be queen, but he chose Esther (mainly though because of her beauty). She really was the star at that time. A star twinkles and stands out against the night sky. She did that.

   We are called to stand out, not only as Christians, but as individuals. The bravery, courage, love, kindness, and so on of one person can change either one person’s life or many people’s lives. God had a plan for Esther, she trusted him – gave him her all. We don’t know what our calling is at first. Some learn early on, some later. Whatever it is, it is amazing and perfect for you. We just have to full believe and trust.

Be brave. Be courageous. Be bold. Be you. Trust Him. Reflect Him.

Invite Him to live in your heart. Watch as your life unfolds and how we works wonders in your life and those around you.

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I have felt this way more often than not. I see other girls and wish to God that I could be like them. They have perfect bodies, beautiful hair, huge eyes, are amazing at sports, can sing like an angel, and just seem like the perfect person. Or at least, they are closer to perfection than me.
I look in the mirror and cringe at the girl who stares back at me. No amount of makeup can help me, no matter how many different styles of clothing I try on, the solid truth remains painfully vibrant:
I am a failure to perfection.

I am broken, shattered into a million tiny pieces, I bleed constantly out of my heart, and none of my wounds seem to be healing. I beaten and bruised. Yet, if I did not tell you this myself, you would never know.
On the outside I can portray any face necessary to not stand out, but on the inside I can never seem to match the ideal perfection that I have created in my head.
I am sure I am not the only girl to feel this.
We feel like a disappointment. We feel like we are the random outcast that has no hope. Some of us do not have any good friends, or maybe you feel alone in a crowd of people, like you are faking your true self just to fit in.
Whatever the case is, we all feel it. We are being assaulted at the core of our femininity.
Who we are is not good enough.

I hurt for you girls who share these similar feelings. It’s harsh and brutal.
But let me share with you something that completely changed my view on me:
He saw that Fatima’s eyes were filled with tears. “Why are you crying?” He asked.
“I am a woman of the desert,” She replied, averting her face so he could not see,
“But above all else, I am a woman.”

We, as women, long to be bold and beautiful. We wish we had daring spirits, like Pocahontas or Sacajawea. They were equal with the men; they did things that none of the men around them could do. They played a special role that only a woman could fill. We long to fill a similar role. But we also long to fill another type of role, closer to the girls whom society holds up as ‘beautiful,’ ‘sexy,’ ‘alluring’. We want to not only be strong and daring, but beautiful and soft.
We get hurt by loved ones, so we harden ourselves into believing that the woman we need to be is one that isn’t affected by trivial emotions. But that is not what God wants us to be! We look so often to the world’s idea of what we should be and get downcast and feel like a disappointment, when all along we should have been looking at God and realizing just how special and perfect we are to Him.
Proverbs 31:10-31 tells us what kind of women God wishes us to be. Now, mark carefully, my words wished. The verses can easily feel like a laundry list of achievements to reach in order to be this ‘Noble Woman.’ It should not. See, He has already designed us to be this Noble Character. He created us to be beautiful and carry an open heart.

Your tender, emotional, beating heart is the key to finding out who you are as a woman.
Growing up, and sometimes even now, I used to use the excuse when arguing with a male, “Because I’m a girl.” in order to shut him up (most of the time it worked). As we get older though we attempt to explain ourselves differently. We try to title ourselves under our jobs or relationship status. We often get tired, upset, and disappointed with ourselves when we do this. Just as Fantima explained she was a woman of ____________, she nailed the deeper underlining issue, she was a woman. We are alike in this issue. And we need to know what it means to be a woman.
A woman is a master piece. She completed God’s work like the final stroke in the most precious picture ever made. Without her, something is always missing. With her, the world finally took off. She is trustworthy, lacking nothing of value for God gave her everything she needs. She turns the other cheek, without closing her heart to the pain of the punch. She throws the evil aside and helps the weak who are no longer able to push past the dark times. She seeks to find the good, keeping her eyes on the Heavens. She shows her feelings shamelessly and wears her heart on her sleeve. She is clothed with the strength and dignity from her Maker and can laugh at the hard times to come. She is to be praised left and right as a woman who fears the Lord, which is worth far more in her lovers eyes than any amount of rubies, pearls, or gold.
You may not feel this way 24/7, but if you open your heart and give it to God, you will always be looked upon as such.

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I stared across the room, jaw open in wonder, as my friend took the stage in a form I had never seen before. Suddenly, my kind and gentle friend was storming into a scene with such passion and emotion I felt for sure he was either going to hit the girl standing in front of him or pop a blood vessel reproaching her.

“Do you think I can choose my face?” He bellowed with his eyes flaming in anger that only intensified as he raged seconds away from the trembling girl’s body.

I breathed a sigh of relief as he put the script down and jauntily walked up to me after the director nodded her approval. “Whatcha think?” He asked, his smiling meeting my face of shock.

“I think I don’t know you.”

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Have you ever known someone for years, then suddenly realized how much of them you didn’t know?

I told you about this moment I had with a dear friend of mine to open up my point:

I knew this guy. We had been friends, talk, and hung out all before- yet right at that moment, I saw a side of him that I could have never even guess was there. One moment I thought I knew every side of this kid, now I realized just how much I had to learn about him.

This is the way I find most of us view God in. We see one side of him and assume that is all of Him.

Growing up I only saw God as this strict fatherly figure. A father who was always there, yet only interested in teaching me lessons. Have you ever seen those fathers on TV shows or in books? The ones who are always present in their children’s lives, yet only really interacting with them when they are giving them a lesson to learn or trying to teach them something.  In the book, Hard Times, the father of Louisa is only interested in cultivating her and her brother’s studies. Everything else, such as quality time, is out of the picture.

I sort of felt just like Louisa did by the time she grew up; I respected my father, but I didn’t feel connected with him. (This is where the similarities end with me and Louisa)

Yet- I have heard people talk and gush about the love and kindness of God, so what was I missing?

I was missing a whole other side of God. In the midst of only seeing God in this way, I missed out on his actual character. I missed out on the core reason God wants to teach me.

I now hold God in the respect of my Father, but I know him also as my lover.

In today’s society the idea of having God as my ‘love’ or ‘lover’ is probably gross. BUT DON’T MISUNDERSTAND!

God being a lover is first brought up in the Bible under the Hebrew word ‘Ahava’, which is translated into two different parts. The two ending letters, which make up the base of the word, mean ‘give’. This leaves the proceeding letters, which mean ‘love’. So the end connection of these two words would be, ‘Love is giving.’ (Excuse me if this doesn’t make much sense- my Hebrew is elementary. Link for the word study will be posted below)

Our God is a giving God, huh? What kind of giving are we talking about?

Let’s do some research:

“I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the Lord.” Jer. 24:7

God gave us a heart to know Him. His first gift made us in His image (look in Genesis). Meaning He gave us the emotions He himself has- He gave us this longing that can only be fulfilled by knowing Him, hence He also has the same longing to know us.

He wants us to want Him. He longs for us to have a personal relationship with Him! Can you believe it? The Creator of EVERYTHING wants to know ME. I get shivers just thinking of that.

So now we know He gave us a heart longing for a personal relationship with Him, but what does this personal relationship include?

Salvation from damnation is the first thing that comes to my mind, however, what comes after that?

If He wants a real relationship with me, He won’t just save me and leave me.

The story of Hosea shows the outline of our relationship with God. In the story Hosea goes out and marries a harlot. He loves her, she leaves him. She gets into danger, he saves her. He shows her love, she grows restless and decides to seek out something better. Ring any bells? He is always there for her, reaching out to her, yet she is constantly striving to find something more, without giving him the chance to show her what he has for her. But now, now I am done looking for other options and am seeking this personal intimate relationship with God. So what does he have to say about it?

“I will block her path with thorn bushes; I will wall her so she cannot find her way.

She will chase after lovers, but not catch them; she will look but not find them….

Therefore, I will allure her; I will lead her to the desert and speak tenderly to her.

I will give her vineyards and the Valley of Trouble a door of hope,

There she will sing praises as in the days of her youth.”

~Hosea 2: 6-7, 14-15

I skipped some verses only because it talks about what would happen if I was not walking with God, but I am, so they hold nothing but warnings for me. Currently, I am only interested in learning what God wants in our relationship.

First off he states he will ‘block my path so I cannot find my way’- the way I see this is that God knows that the only way we can be saved is through Him. Therefore, He steps in to save me, again. Because, even as a follower of God, I still sometimes want to go out on a mission to save myself. Self-reliance and feminism is taught to many girls and I certainly have a hankering to proceed in that lifestyle. However, that is not true feminism, nor what God wants. He wants me to lean on Him. He knows that in me trying to do everything myself, I will end up hurt, so he takes his gentle but firm hand and builds me boundaries. He cares enough to say, ‘no, see this beautiful rose hedge? Don’t go past it. The thorns will hurt you if you try and the lifestyle beyond it will hurt you even more than that.’

Next He says, ‘She will chase after lovers, but not catch them; she will look but not find them….’

Oh how well He knows a girl’s heart! I long and crave for the affection of a guy- what girl doesn’t?

We all want to be swept into a whirl wind of romance. I’ve always pictured something like the Notebook:

Allie: Why didn’t you write me? Why?

Noah: It wasn’t over for me.

Allie: I waited for you for seven years. And now it’s too late.

Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year.

Allie: You wrote me?

Noah: Yes.

Allie: You…

Noah: It wasn’t over. It still isn’t over.

That scene is flooded with burning passion, feelings of lost hope, anger at what she thinks is lost, and his aching desire at showing her it isn’t lost.

How many of us would love to be the Allie at that moment? (I raise my hand)

Now image God is Noah (meaning we should probably switch out Ryan Gosling for the voice of Morgan Freeman and a picture of God, you know the one where he has that huge white beard and is teeming with power?) The passion Allie has during this confrontation stays the same though. We feel heartbroken and angered that we haven’t heard from God in so long.

We ask why over and over again, trying to spit out in anger hoping for him to be roused as well or at least be silent long enough to prove He isn’t real.

But He is and this is what He has been saying to us all along.  We ran, He waited for us to stop. We looked, He called out for us. We listened, He spoke. We felt too broken to be rebuilt, He picked up the pieces and built us up stronger in His arms than ever before.

He has been calling out to us, not just as a teacher, but as a lover. Someone who will be with us through thick and thin, constantly giving and never straying. We just have to discover this relationship with Him.

“The King is enthralled with your beauty; honor Him for He is your Lord.” Psalm 45:11

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I have been gone for a long time… and I’m so sorry! but my life has been a roller coaster and I’m doing my best to keep up! I’m going to be putting up pieces of my own personal Diary for a while to share with you what I’ve learned/ what I am learning. Be blessed!

 

Feb.16th

The words ‘you are worth it’ are easily said,

But not as easily me

ant.

The idea that she has the beauty of a queen is a wonderful thing,

But what does that even mean?

Looks are deceiving.

Beauty is fleeting.

And the enemy likes to cover our mirrors with rose colored glass

That doesn’t allow us to look past our past!

The weight in our hearts is heavier than the weight on our bodies,

Due to the fact that this weight is suffocating.

We cut and starve ourselves

Legislating a government within ourselves that is officially degrading

And horribly perpetrating.

If only she could see past the rose colored glass

And feel the love which defies all the things

That won’t last…

~Andi.C

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Sorry I have not posted anything in a while! Been super busy and haven’t had much time to write… but I have constantly been keeping up my diary and decided to share a few things from it that I think you might enjoy (: Just some of my thoughts from early in the mornings.

Mar. 29

Last night I had a talk about how girls’ focus on having the ‘perfect’ image and how it tears us apart inside. It’s a very soft topic for me, my heart aches for the girls who think that she will only be considered pretty by her outward looks.

Beauty is from the inside out. Some of the most beautiful people i know are not a size 0 or 1; their face isn’t like those photoshopped to perfection on magazine covers. Instead, they traded that size zero in the waist for a huge heart. And while their faces may not be ‘perfectly’ shaped, they are perfectly beautiful.

Why? Because they are able to glow with the undying passion for God and smile from the inside charm that sees people with the eyes of the heart, rather than head.

The biggest lie I think girls get trapped in is that they are not beautiful. But who has the right to say that when no human is actually perfect?

God can judge beauty, because He created beauty.

If we are to follow in His footsteps; then we must obtain the Lord’s scale of beauty and throw away the worlds.

 

“Charm is deceptive, and outward beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord and walks in His way is to be praised.” –Proverbs 31:30

 ~Andi.C

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“For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from you ancestors, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.”

1 Peter 1:18-19 (NIV)

Can you ever imagine something more valuable or someone so close to you dying for something you totally screwed up on; some horrible thing you did? God sent his perfect son to die for our wretched sins and our messed up lives. One can’t comprehend such love or something with such meaning. I mean, would you be able to die for a friend – or all your friends if it meant saving them? Do be sincere. Our human nature of selfishness kicks in and we normally chose to opt out. I’m sure there are a few people who would sincerely sacrifice their life for others, and for those who have friends like that, you’re blessed! I will say that personally I would have second thoughts. But. I love and care for my friends. They mean a lot to me, my family even more.

You know, a French jeweler once engraved on a’many medallions, “Car, vois-tu, chaque jour je taime davantage, Aujour dnui plus quenhier et bien moins que demain.” Translated to English is says: “For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.” The poem is entitled Eternal Love – just like God’s love for us; unfailing and ever-lasting. That’s why he sent his son, he loved us so much, he wanted to deliver us from evil, he wants to have a forever-lasting relationship with us. He is El-Shaddai.

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