As I stumble through the beginnings of my routine, I can’t help but to notice that my family has followed me into the bathroom. You see, I’m wearing my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes this morning. Even my pajamas are fitting a little differently these days. My body has softened into the curves of my grandmother since "thirty" arrived.
We say these things matter-of-factly and often in appreciation, but somehow, beneath the offhanded remarks, the meaning can run deep.
Features can be more than just features, can’t they? Meaning and memories are often what we respond to as we look into the mirror. How do we accept ourselves when our grandfather’s fiery red hair resides mockingly at the top of our own heads; the same grandfather who spewed drunken, insulting words at us throughout elementary and middle school?
Sometimes our soul-shells walk hand-in-hand with memories we’d rather not think about. In other instances, they bring intense joy. Lots of times, we lumber through our days without even recognizing the patterns of both healthy, and harmful self-concept that we fall into. I’m wondering about the messages you’ve received in your life. What are your features saying to you? Do your thought-scripts need a re-write?
"Didn’t you realize that your body is a sacred place, the place of the Holy Spirit? Don’t you see that you can’t live however you please, squandering what God paid such a high price for? The physical part of you is not some piece of property belonging to the spiritual part of you. God owns the whole works. So let people see God in and through your body." (1 Corinthians 6:19, Msg.)
"You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared,
before I’d even lived one day." (Psalm 139, Msg. abbrev.)