I’m in a bit of a pensive mood today. I’m not sure why… Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I waited all morning for the dishwasher repairman to show up and tell me that there’s nothing wrong with my dishwasher that doesn’t work. Which, while frustrating, did mean that I got to spend a good bit of the day sitting on my couch, computer on my lap, enjoying this absolutely spectacular September air come through my open windows. In any case, I was grateful for a little unexpected space to pause, to muse, to ponder. (Why yes, I am an introvert — why do you ask?)
One of the things I stumbled upon today was this blog post, “An Open Letter to the Girl in the Dressing Room.” [Disclaimer: I've never read anything else on this website, so do not take this mention as an endorsement of it. Unless it's all wonderful, in which case, I'm so glad I could share with you this great source of wisdom!]
Please read it.
Women, please read it. Because unless you’re the only woman I’ve ever met who hasn’t struggled with body image stuff, there are beautiful and powerful truths in there. To wit, “[Satan is] afraid of what will happen if you offered the beauty of your brokenness. He’s scared of what will become of his treachery if exposed by God’s glory inside you.”
Men, please read it. Because women aren’t the only ones who struggle with body image. And because even if you don’t, there is a woman in your life — a wife, a sister, a girlfriend, a daughter, a friend — who needs to hear that brokenness offered to God becomes the truest sort of beauty there could ever be.
Or, as the Christopher Williams song puts it, “Beauty is still beauty when it’s scarred.”
David preached yesterday about being a church where broken people are being restored by God’s grace and are finding their place in God’s story. I pray that that girl in the dressing room someday finds a church like that — a church like ours. I think she probably needs it. I know I do.