The Fingerprints of Beauty

It's been a while since I wrote. The worth of what I would write was a concern. My major goal this year was to influence Christ. To gift His name like dynamites 😂. Every time I think about it, my heart leaps for joy. Just the other day, I was thinking about how life tends to be monotonous, but living for a cause greater than I am is beyond words my heart can express. Walking with Abba is a sweet adventure. One worth going on.

I have come a long way on my insecurity journey. I have learnt to trust Abba's work in me beyond my efforts. The days culture suggested surgery vanished, the cry from insensitive opinions floated, and the shaky legs at the dawn of living unashamed cruised by also.

As much as it is a journey, last week I needed help for a thought that glided by. Straight to the Bible. I started a Bible plan on beauty and here is what I learned so far.

"I am beautiful because I have the fingerprints of God. Beauty resides in the places where I imitate Christ. The most beautiful people are the ones that have Christ-like characteristics. They are selfless, focus on others, and are not caught up in themselves or what others think of them. So, to be beautiful I need to be an imitator of Christ. My real beauty begins with God"

Let your true beauty come from your inner personality, not a focus on the external. For lasting beauty comes from a gentle and peaceful spirit, which is precious in God’s sight and is much more important than the outward adornment of elaborate hair, jewelry, and fine clothes.

1 Peter 3:3‭-‬4 TPT

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