In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was disowned.  I was a single parent, working 9 or 10 hours a  day, 6 days a week, to feed my kids and pay the bills.  I felt like I had been sold into slavery.  And I had a sinus infection. So, on my way home from work one night, I had to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription my doctor called in.  Back in the car, I was too tired to put the key in the ignition.  I just sat there, exhausted.

And then it happened.  A brand new white Cadillac convertible pulled up beside me.  Out jumped a beautiful woman.  She was tall.  She was blonde.  She was thin.  Her tan was perfect.   She was full of energy and confidence.  And she was wearing a tennis dress.  For the first time I can remember, I was consumed by pure, unadulterated jealousy.  I hated her.  I wanted to jump out and beat her to a bloody pulp, but I was too tired.

Why did I want to look like her?  Because then I could have everything I wanted just laid at my feet with no effort on my part.  Everyone would love me and admire me.  Really?  I would no longer have any girlfriends.  They would all resent me.  And boyfriends?  I’d be attracting the worse kind, those who wanted to use me.  I’d be the kind of woman who ends up on “Missing” posters.  But this is what Hollywood says I should look like.  Hollywood lies.  Look around.  Nobody looks like that unless they’ve been air brushed.

There is only one opinion that counts: our Creator.  He made us just the way we are, and He is so proud of us.   We need to look at ourselves through His eyes.  If we have abilities, we need to develop them.  Sure, we can put on a little makeup (emphasis on a little) and get our hair done.  We can wear clothes that are loose enough to cover up what we need to cover up.  But, the bottom line is that we are fearfully and wonderfully made.  I was given crooked legs, but they reach the ground and they both work.  Make a list of everything you like about yourself and throw that other list (you know which one) away.