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One Size Fits All?



One size fits all? Ya right!

Dreaded words to hear when you, realistically, don’t fit that “one-size-fits-all” mold.

Interestingly, the more open I am about my “image issues”, to more I realize that we are all the same. My “flawless” friends, the ones that some days I think I would give anything to be, are often just as insecure about their bodies as I am.

I guess it’s part of being a woman. (Maybe a man too, I really don’t know since I’m not one.) Wishing for straighter hair, wavier hair, longer legs, slimmer hands, fuller lips, higher forehead, smaller feet…I could go on forever!! Never fully satisfied, never fully accepting what we've got.

For my part, yes, a health change is necessary (and something that I've been convicted about lately), but that’s not my point here.

My point is that I tend to think that I’m the only one. The only one too big for the one size fits all sweater. The only one who worries that my husband won’t be proud to be with me. The only one who feels ashamed to walk through the mall. Who walks with her head down so that she can’t see the judgement on people’s faces. Who hasn't been to a pool in years because it is so terrifying.

The only one who complains about her grey hair in front of her daughters. Who compares herself to her friends and falls short. Who wonders if anyone aside from family members would ever find her beautiful.

Maybe you know how I feel. You know how it feels to always come up short of what you think you should look like. If that’s you, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!! (and we should talk some time)

As I've sat moping (I mean pondering, of course) about this, I've tried to think of things that legitimately are one-size-fits-all.

I thought about love, marriage, family, friendships, parenting…all of the things in my life, things I have in common with others around me, but so many of them vary.

And then – hello conviction, again – it dawned on me:

Salvation!

For Christ also died for sins once for all,
The just for the unjust,
So that He might bring us to God,
Having been put to death in the flesh,
But made alive in the spirit.
I Peter 3:18

ONCE FOR ALL! One “size”, one action, one grace for all time….to bring us to God.

What a blessing. To be loved. To be accepted so much that He – the Just, the pure, the One without fault – would die once for all for me.

No longer do I need to wallow in self-pity, focusing on the temporal. The transient. The external.

So we do not lose heart. Though our outward self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:16

My body is destined for decay. It’s wasting away. It’s perishing. That’s OK. It’s OK not to be a bombshell, not to be a head-turner, not to be known for my looks. (Although, again, being responsible and healthy are both important. Don’t get me wrong there!!!)

However, what really matters, what is of greatest worth and value is that inner self that Christ died “One for all” to redeem.

That is what will remain in that final day. The day when the length of my hair and my weight on a scale will have zero impact on eternity.

I’m so comforted by that.

I’m beautiful and valuable to Christ. I am loved, sought after and redeemed.

Be encouraged! You too are beautiful and loved by God!

Now, let’s go about the work of
…looking not to the things that are seen, but to the things that are unseen.
For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

2 Corinthians 4:18

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