As I was standing in front of the mirror the other day, criticizing myself, this is what God spoke to me…
How dare you.
How dare you insult my creation.
I made you so intimately mine, and you dare to insult?
I made each intricacy, each so called “flaw.”
I made it.
Therefore If it is a “flaw,” then I, the creator, am flawed.
Do you think I am flawed?
Do you really believe that the creator of the universe would make something imperfect?
I created the stars you admire from a far.
I created the mountains that take your breath away.
I created the oceans in which you stand in awe.
Yet, you believe yourself ugly. Imperfect. Flawed.
How dare you.
Remember what David sang of me,
“For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
When I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
All the days ordained for me were written in your book
Before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:13-16
I made you.
I made you perfectly.
Yet you insult my creation.
Your hair isn’t long enough. Your face has acne. Your eyes have dark circles under them. You aren’t as skinny as you once were.
How dare you.
How dare you look at my creation and see imperfection.
I made your hair. I made your skin. I made your eyes. I made your body.
How. Dare. You.
How dare you look at MY creation and see imperfection.
When you insult the creation, you insult the Creator.
HOW DARE YOU.
