BEAUTIFUL FOR ME
By Nichole Nordeman
Every girl young and old has to face her own reflection
Twirl around, stare it down
What’s the mirror gonna say
With some luck, you’ll measure up
But you might not hold a candle to the rest
“Is that your best?” says the mirror to the mess
But there’s a whisper in the noise
Can you hear a little voice
and he says
Has anybody told you you’re beautiful?
You might agree if you could see what I see
Oh
‘Cuz everything about you is incredible
You should have seen me smile the day that I made you beautiful for me
If it’s true beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
What my life and what’s inside to give him something to behold
I want a heart that’s captivating
I wanna hear my Father say
Has anybody told you you’re beautiful?
You might agree if you could see what I see
Oh
‘Cuz everything about you is incredible
You should have seen me smile the day that I made you beautiful for me
Close your eyes
Look inside
Let me see the you that you’ve been trying to hide
Long ago, I made you so very beautiful
So I ought to know you’re beautiful
Has anybody told you you’re beautiful?
You might agree if you could see what I see
Yeah
‘Cuz everything about you is incredible
You should have seen me smile the day that I made you beautiful
You’re so beautiful
Beautiful for me
So beautiful for me
Has anybody told you?
This post runs the risk of sounding just like another girl rambling about finding beauty and worth.
But it's different.
I've found it. I've had this knowledge for years and I keep forgetting about it.
The past several days have been remarkably difficult! I've spent hours crying due to stress, gallons of hot water in the tub trying to relax, a box of matches lighting candles to calm my nerves, three pens and a pink highlighter writing notes in preparation for Finals Week, and countless conversations with my dear friends and my poor and ever patient mom trying to figure out why I was freaking out so intensely.
The reasons??
Well, I'm a girl and girls tend to worry about things that usually don't deserve a second thought, let alone a first. I allowed myself to start to drown in worry and doubt regarding school, friends, family, my worth to God, others and myself. I let thoughts of deceit creep in to betray me and urge me to believe that I held no importance.
This seems so silly now that I'm writing it down and I can see a bit more clearly.
In the moment, I was caught up in the false idea that I:
- Do not deserve the attention and dedication of others
- Do not qualify for a position of the slightest desire in God's eyes
- Have no plan set aside just for me
- Am not making any impression on my campus
- Do not have the heart to bring others up
- Am not a strong woman of God
- Am not beautiful in any sense of the word
. . . These are all lies . . .
I am a daughter of the King! I am capable of sending the strongest demons to shudder in fear by merely speaking with my Father! I am able to show great love and compassion because I have known LOVE that could not be held by death! I am desired by God!
... My God ...
I have been made by the same hands that formed the stars and I am loved more than all of them combined and multiplied.
I have been chased by the feet skewered with a nail that held Him to a cross for me many years ago.
I am held in the arms that were raised to calm oceans and now wrap around me to quiet my soul.
I am led by a voice that sings over me in delirious joy and reminds me of my endless worth.
I am disciplined by the hands that endured hours of agony for a divine and seemingly ridiculous love.
I am carried on the back that is scared from whips and scorn when I become too weak to even lift my own head.
... and most of all ...
I am His.
There really is no point in trying to ignore my biggest fan. It's strange to think that this reminder came during Finals Week and that this stress briefly overtook my mind.
I guess God knows when I need to be encouraged that I am beautiful to Him and He's the best mirror.
He knows I'm just a silly little girl that tends to misplace her own value and I'm so thankful that He's patient and never fails to remind me that I am His.
And He is mine.
I have been bought with the precious blood of Christ.
<3
