A Flower’s Beauty

A flower never gets to choose the kind of beauty it exudes. It was never given a say. It doesn’t even get to control what people say.

A flower doesn’t get the privilege of commenting on itself.

I always thought my beauty was created for me, but as I get to know the intricacies of my Creator, the more I understand my beauty never was. 

My beauty is not for me.

My Creator created myself for Him. The type of display I allow myself to be showcased as to the world is a reflection of how delicately I hold reverence for His creation through myself. How I display myself is a representation of how I truly admire His mind in the way I was created. 

My beauty was never created for me, but my beauty was created to be seen.

A flower never gets the privilege of seeing itself in the mirror and adjusting itself. A flower never gets the advantage of choosing where it blooms and moving freely from scene to scene hoping and praying to be seen. Or by whom.

But I do.

The Lord thought of myself highly enough to decide the beauty He created in me was beautiful enough to be given freedom; as a human, and thus, in Him. 

Just like an artist with a canvas, the canvas never gave the artist thought about the type of beauty it wished to display. The canvas’ job is to display itself with the beauty it’s been given the honor of becoming through the work and time by the hands of the artist. 

God, my Father - the ultimate Artist and Creator. A Mastermind. A Genius. And yet, I still look down at His hands in disappointment as I look at His beauty in the mirror and decide it isn’t enough. Through the unending fads of social media and tossed by the waves of generational and social gaze; I have given more power and say to other creations, wishing I could become them and turning myself away from His gaze. 

I have single-handedly given more power to the creation over the Creator.

Never did I even stop to think that maybe, just maybe, my beauty was never… for me. And as I lean into this more, I see more clearly the mind of my Creator, trusting in His artwork of myself and knowing that if I truly am a representation of Him and get to behold all of His glory, I could truly never be ugly. He never created me to be displeasing. I had to learn to understand He would never disrespect Himself to create something He never found pleasing or good, because if I am anything less than beautiful, then so is He. 

A flower’s beauty was never for itself. 

A flower’s beauty was always created to be seen.

My beauty was never created for me.

My beauty was created for the world to catch a glimpse of His Mighty Glory.