Happy to be the Created

Do you know someone who is one hundred percent comfortable in their own skin?  It is someone that doesn't have an air of arrogance about them, but neither wallows in insecurity.  It is someone who knows their position in Christ and totally rests in who her Almighty created her to be.

I want to be that person.  On good days, I look like that person.  On bad days, I either drink a toxic tonic called pride or take highly concentrated shots of an amber liquid called insecurity.  Neither of which goes down as nicely as the living water that my Christ died to provide for my languishing thirst.

 Does the red holly berry wish it were a beautiful and soft pink camellia?  Or is it proud to resemble the red blood of Christ?

 Does the girl with curves wish she were the size 2 friend?  Does the size 2 friend wish she had curves?

 Does the cardinal wish she sang to the same tune as the blue jay?  Does the blue jay covet the hoot of the owl?

 Does the artist wish she were athletic?  Does the athlete wish she could sing or paint?

 Does the sun get frustrated that humans don't see it at night?  Does the moon get upset that it only gets attention when it is dark?

 Does the woman with a career wish she had children?  Does the woman with children wish she had a career?

 It is alright to be who you are.  God clapped his hands together in giddiness when He thought you up.  We shouldn't take away from His joy in creating a masterpiece.  You are a masterpiece.  A poem.  An idea worth a soul and sinew and spirit and synapses.

You are beautiful.  You reflect the glory of an indescribably perfect and majestic King.  There is no room for pride or insecurity in that truth.  Just resting against the Creator's chest, happy to be the created.