“Weekends are for liking your own skin,” said Ann Voskamp on her blog Saturday. “…for liking the way you were made… you are like no one else… your kind of different is good… you are so wondrously, happily, astonishingly you! My compliments to your Maker!”
That brought me up short. Yes, I am uniquely me, and every day I am thankful for the life God has given me. But do I like the way I’m made? When I peer at my mirrored reflection am I thankful for this temple of the Lord that is becoming anything but attractive as it ages?
That’s one question. Another comes to mind.
In those times when my writing doesn’t measure up to my expectations or desire and I am frustrated and discouraged, am I thankful for the gift of ordinary words and my taken-for-granted ability to speak or write them?
What do you think God might say to you if he appeared at your side this very moment?
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. [Psalm 139:14]
20 thoughts on “Thankful for Being Me”
Wow! That’s a difficult question. I’d like to think God might say something like : “There is no dream too big or small, all you have to do is dream it.”
Now, should God appear at some other moment in time the words might be totally different. But for now, these words will do!!
Reaching for those dreams is what gets us closer to achievement, isn’t it?
The good Lord would probably give me a “tch tch” with a shake of his head for this child’s lack of care of her physical self…because she knows better!
Oh, but it’s so easy to get caught up in doing everything else and leave ourselves to last! 😐
“Get writing. I gave you this talent, now use it.”
I think He would also like us/me to remember that this ability is truly a gift we have been entrusted with and it is our duty to treat it carefully.
Thanks for such a thoughtful question this morning. It definitely changes my perspective on this day and what I will do with it.
In the parable of the talents we’re advised not to just save up what we’ve been given, but to make good use of it. It’s sobering to realize how many opportunities I waste.
“What do you think God might say to you if he appeared at your side this very moment?”
Oh boy – would I be in a heap of trouble…..
Don’t think I want to go there right now, but my excuses would start with finger pointing – at the makers of Oreos, Cigar shop owners & whoever invented the comma.
You and your commas!! 😉
I’m not big on either Oreos or cigar smoke but I seem to have accumulated a lot of other equally bad-for-me pursuits.
Another interesting question, Carol. I often feel His presence, but I never hear any words or thoughts. Mostly I hear myself saying one of two things: Thank you, or Please!
Meant to add that I can’t imagine what He might say to me. And me with an imagination a mile wide. Go figure.
Maybe what we can hear is our own thoughts mirroring his will… “the still small voice” of conscience rather than actual words?
Oh wow! That’s a tough question, Carol! I’m not sure that I’m always grateful either, especially the older I get. I get frustrated with the changing, older body too easily instead of being thankful. It’s probably easier for me to be grateful for my “way with the written word” than for other things, just because it comes more naturally for me.
I asked myself all three questions, but I’m not sure I’m able or even ready to try answering them. It’s sure giving me lots to think about!
He’d probably scold me for reading blogs instead of writing…and I would blame you. Nice blog 🙂
Thanks, and thanks, too, for stopping to comment. I always enjoy hearing from other writers.
I think he might say, “Relax. I know the plans I have for you… plans to give you a future and a hope.” Thanks for causing me to pause and realize that, because I really needed to hear those words from him this evening.
PS – I likely misquoted scripture there because I didn’t look it up. But that’s the heart of it, anyway!
I’d like to think that, too. It’s reassuring to stop and remember that our lives are in his hands at every stage of our lives. I have to remember to listen for those plans, respond, and do my part.
“Quit worrying. I’ve got everything under control.”
And he always has, if only we’d stop and remember that! 🙂