I’ve been listening to a song–a building clarion call to the chameleon in us all.
I like to flip the lyrics around and imagine different people or even God asking these questions.
The lyrics talk about building up a wall, not letting people seeing what’s underneath.
Guy or girl. Doesn’t matter.
The song begs the question, “will you let me see that you’re beautiful”?
Valid question. Considering each of us deep down bears the image of God. And I wonder how many of us have been in hiding. The true us shivering in the cold and afraid that if someone were to see what we were truly made of that we’d be hurt.
But instead of hurt, I think we would find worth. And people would see something that they’ve never seen before. I sparkling image of God that can only be found in you.
You’ve carried on so long
You couldn’t stop if you tried it.
You’ve built your wall so high
That no one could climb it.
But I’m gonna try
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Have you let someone see the real you lately?
If I could get into the minds of our middle school girls and guys and permanently and switch around one thing, it would be the desire to fit into the molds around them. I’d take it out and break that part–giving them the freedom to be the person that God has created them to be without hesitation or apology.
What on earth are we doing mimicking each other when we were meant to be collectively beautiful in our own unique ways?
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. Psalm 139:14
