Oct 6, 2012

Stop insulting the Creator {Isaiah 45:9-12}

Day 6 of 31 days - Part 1
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Today's Verse:
“What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator.
    Does a clay pot argue with its maker?
Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying,
    ‘Stop, you’re doing it wrong!’
Does the pot exclaim,
    ‘How clumsy can you be?’
How terrible it would be if a newborn baby said to its father, ‘Why was I born?’
or if it said to its mother,
    ‘Why did you make me this way?’”
This is what the Lord says—
    the Holy One of Israel and your Creator:
“Do you question what I do for my children?
    Do you give me orders about the work of my hands?
I am the one who made the earth
    and created people to live on it.
With my hands I stretched out the heavens.
    All the stars are at my command.   Isaiah 45:9-12 (NLT)

Staring at the mirror, I look closely at the gray hairs that are ever-multiplying on my head.  {Seriously God?  I'm only 35, I have more grays than... everyone I know} 
Critically I lean forward and poke at the lines appearing at the corners of my eyes.
{Hmm, more lotion}
I finish my morning routine of "guess this is as good as it's going to get" and wander on with my day.   

It's not as though I was ever a beauty queen in High School.  I was pretty, in a girl-next-door kind of way.  I swam and played Water Polo, so I was nicely shaped.  But I wasn't going to win the Miss California contest, (not that I ever wanted to).

Recently I've been hearing the small still voice of God in my quiet moments telling me to relax, and know that He made me beautiful.  I wave the back of my hand at him. {Sure, sure}.  He shakes His head at me, and takes my face and lifts it tenderly, I really mean it.  

The above scripture reminds me that God doesn't make junk, and He doesn't take too kindly to having his children insulted (even by themselves).  He is GOD and He made me.  He made you.  He made the universe and all the stars in the night sky.  He designed the oceans.  He formed the Grand Canyon. 

Who am I to argue with God when he looks at me, with love in His eyes and says, You are beautiful, my daughter. 

Who am I to laugh it off, brush it off, deny it, or ignore it?  He made me beautiful.  
He made YOU beautiful.  Please stop telling your Creator that you are not.

When a daughter can hear a compliment and just say "Thank you"... that makes her beautiful.


  1. Love this! I turned 40 in February and I feel so young. It's a different story, however, when I look in the mirror. Where on earth did my wrinkles come from? What a powerful devotional you wrote. I will definitely think of this the next time I think to criticize myself. Thanks my sister in Christ. Xoxo

  2. Great post. It is hard in todays culture to feel good about who we are, wrinkles and all. Thanks for sharing.


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