The Virtuous Woman Series, Part 25
The Beautiful Woman of God
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Proverbs 31:30 Favor is deceitful and beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised
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When I was a young girl, I loved the Miss America Pageant. My friends and I used to sing (usually at the top of our lungs and to no one in particular), "Here she comes, Miss America." We dreamed of being Miss America.
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| One thing I do know: it's not for me. Beauty is fleeting. I don't have the time to spend a lot of time on myself. My laugh lines have the giggles, and silver streaks across my hair. But it's okay, God looks at the inside.
People see my frame and know me by my looks, but God knows the part of me that no one sees. He cares more about my thoughts than He does on the flatness of my nose. His goal is to bring me into the inward image of His Son so that my outward actions reflect Him. The rest is just stuff that ages and falls apart and will eventually perish away.
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How's my character? Have I stood the test? Do I show the fruit of the Spirit? Have I acted in a manner worthy of being called His child? That's what is going to last forever.
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Time marches on, it leaves trails on our faces and figures. It wears down our voices, and adds spectacles to our eyes. As we grow older, we need to make sure that we are growing in grace.
I heard someone say once, "How you make your friends is how you are going to keep your friends." If I am depending on my looks to keep my friends, it is going to be a costly upkeep. But, if I am spending time with Him each day, studying the Bible, talking with Him, allowing Him to change my thinking and direct my steps, I will grow more and more like Him. As time passes, the rough edges will be sanded off and I will become more loving, more giving and more patient.
He deserves more from me than my outward appearance, and with His help my heart will always be young.
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My Heavenly Father You formed me, loved me, died for me and live in me. Ah, God, that is so marvelous. Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Your sight. Perfect in me the working out of my salvation. Mold me, make me to conform to Your image. Help me to be clay in Your hands. I am Yours. Thank You for Who You are. Amen
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