whatever they might be called,
i love them.
my little man has just one. one single freckle. it's on his toe...and then there's my girl. with a beautiful splash of them across her face.....
she doesn't like them. she asks me to photoshop them out when she sees me working on pictures. (and NO, i most certainly never do!)
this breaks my heart - my gosh it breaks my heart. i tell her over & over again how much i love them. people are starting to comment on them almost as often as they comment on her gorgeous natural curls. (she doesn't like those either).
it's funny how self critiquing can start so early. and if it's already this profound - what will her teenage years look like? ugh.
so i worry about her. i get annoyed that she's so concerned already about her outward appearance, about what other people will think. i am sad for her that she actually feels 'ugly' because of them. (her words, not mine). i worry she'll spend way too much time worrying about what other people think of her....i worry that i worry too much....
and then i take a step back, and i pray.
i pray that our daily reminders to her that her beauty comes from within will help her to avoid putting so much worth on her outward appearance.
i pray that God would show her what He sees when He looks at her. that she would know that He placed each one of those freckles on her face, curled each little curl, aligned each little tooth, and made her just the right height.....and that He made her in His image....and that there is absolutely nothing more beautiful than what God has made.
i pray that she feels beautiful.
inside and out.
and more than just a wordly beautiful.
but a beautiful that can come only from her creator.
"He has made everything beautiful in it's time."