I’ve not been able to stop thinking about this video I saw a few days ago. Two doors, one labeled “Beautiful” and one “Average,” and women of all walks of life making the choice to walk through the door that they feel describes them. Some choose the average door without much thought. Others walk confidently straight toward the beautiful door.
But, the image that sticks with me is one woman who walks through the beautiful door, dragging her obviously reluctant teen daughter along with her.
Now, if I were walking along and suddenly found myself presented with this choice, I know which door I would choose. I would walk through the average door, and I wouldn’t think too much about it either. After all, I would reason that anyone watching me would agree that the average door is more my speed. But, then this scenario kept coming up in my mind: what if I were walking with my two daughters when faced with this decision? I can say with all certainty that I would not drag my sweet daughters along behind me through that average door. No, I would lead them directly to the beautiful door with no hesitation.
And, I’m not just talking about physical beauty here. I want all of my children to understand that there is no such thing as average when it comes to being an adopted child of the King of the Universe. Yes, I want them to be confident in their appearance, to see themselves as they are, unmarred by all of the prejudices that we develop against ourselves as we grow up. But, more importantly, I want them to see themselves as God sees them, as individual hearts and souls and bodies created in God’s image, so precious that God sacrificed everything to call them His own.
So, the question remains. If my children follow in my faith footsteps, will they see their worth and beauty, or will they end up believing that they are nothing special? Where am I leading them, really? Am I unknowingly dragging them through the average door, or am I instilling the confidence that comes from knowing Christ crucified?
We must stop, mamas. We have to stop dwelling on every flaw we see in ourselves, in our faces, in our bodies, in our character. If only we saw ourselves the way God sees us. Or the way our children see us. I know that my three little ones would be shocked to see me avoiding the beautiful door. To them, it’s not even a close call. Even if they don’t think I’m the most beautiful person in the world, they look at me and see great, unmatched, undeniable beauty. Because they love me.
Why don’t we decide, dear friends, that we will live as if every door we pass through is the beautiful door? Why don’t we choose today to see ourselves through the eyes of our Creator, and through the eyes of our babies? I’m convinced that if we do this, our children will have an easier time understanding their own worth. And we will have a clearer picture of what it means to be a child of God.