more and more I am seeing this month as much more of a refocusing than a fast. The denial is hard. I want to feel pretty and I want to wear scarves and straighten my hair. And December is just too full of events for its own good; but I realizing more and more my depravity and deep need for a new mindset in terms of beauty, its definition, and its definer. I need to deepen my understanding of beauty, true beauty, and the simplicity of God’s understanding of beauty. I can’t stop thinking about the women I’ve admired for so long: Hannah, Mary, Ruth. Women that were tired, worn out, sad, poor, in widow’s garbs, in rags, with hallowed eyes, heavy with tears. And yet, richly blessed and honored. And beautiful. I look to these women for encouragement and forget the journey that made them the models they are to us today. A broken and contrite heart He will not deny. Maybe this is not the kind of beauty that I had in mind, but it may just be a step in the right direction.
“Whatever comes,“ she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess