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Doing the dishes sometimes can be a time of quiet reflection for me.
In the quiet stillness of the evening, you can hear an occasional cling as a dish brushes another.
As I reflected tonight, I was brought to a place of worship with Creator. I thanked him for making me the way He did. He made no mistakes, He can't. He made the majestic mountains, He made the beautiful streams and rivers, He made the very sun. He didn't need it to bring forth light, but He gave it to us. All of creation testifies to His greatness. And in Genesis God says "It is good." But after man is created, the beautiful, wonderful part of creation God waited until the last moment, His masterpiece...He calls "very good."
Not just, "eh, ...it will do"
no no NO...VERY GOOD.
So how do we see ourselves?
So what about the parts about ourselves we wish we could change?
I have always hated my nose. It was a dark day in middle school the day someone said when I pull my hair back my nose looked "bigger"...not just "big"...."bigger". In other words, my nose was already big.
And after that day, I have always looked at my nose a bit differently.
When I was in college, someone once said I could be a famous singer b/c I had Barbara Streisand's nose. So there you have it. I don't have a small dainty nose. I have a nose that proudly says, "here I am" and with a bump in the middle of it. Much like Abraham Lincoln's nose...and, rightly so...because, after all...I am related to him. Hunt side. I promise. A great great (how many times great?) cousin of mine. Not a small dainty nose.
Okay so back to the point. I have always hated my nose. Which, in fact...is a part of me God Himself created. As well as my smaller-than-I'd-like chest, (but post nursing...well, let's not go into that...)
But my point is that all of me was made to worship Him. And when I embrace all that I am, a wonderfully made piece from the Creator of the universe....I should be immediately awed and respond in thankfulness and worship. The SAME HANDS that made the Alps, the SAME HANDS that formed the very first man...formed me inside my mother. Carefully. Taking every stitch into consideration.
My 6 year old son, Walter and I were reading about eyes, and how the pupil lets light in and the brain interprets the image through messages from the nerves.
I explained to Walter that his left eye will not see to the outside corner. Duane Syndrome. It was the 6th nerve that never developed or was damaged that has caused this.
He then asked me why God would give him an eye that wouldn't work.
Jeff quickly jumped in and added that God gave him two eyes that see, and that there is blessing in that.
And it then led me down the thought path towards my niece. I love her, she is wonderfully made. She can not communicate everything that is going on inside her mind, inside her heart. The autism part of her is a wall, sometimes between her and ...well...everything else. And she is wonderfully made. God made NO mistake there, either.
She is so happy, so very happy. She can be seen sometimes, off playing by herself, singing and taking her stuffed animals and having the brightest smile on her face. And perhaps she sees some things we won't see this side of eternity. Beautiful, wonderful things. Perhaps she isn't playing by herself, maybe there are angels with her that we just can't see.
And so again, there are no mistakes in creation. And so I will praise God for my nose.
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