I heard a great message on Esther last night. The speaker outlined the book, starting with the queen’s obscure beginning. Orphaned, raised by a cousin, living as a displaced person in a foreign nation, her future looked bleak. Her attitude of obedience and service, as well as her knockout good looks, propelled her to the front of the pack. King Xerxes was smitten.
“What if God made you exactly the way you are for a reason?”
He was speaking my language. I’ve been banging that drum for a long time now. You’re uniquely suited to a special purpose. To quote the Blues Brothers, you’re “on a mission from God”, whether you know it or not. C’mon, you know you heard it in your head in all its Midwestern accent glory.
All joking aside, you have a place in the story. Nobody can sing the way you can, for better or worse. Nobody can wear that outfit like you. Your perspective on life, similar to perhaps your sibling due to environment, is just a little bit different. You may lose or gain weight, but your structure is original to the manufacturer.
“What if God wove Esther together in her mother’s womb, like Psalm 139 says, and made her curvy and gorgeous? Did He do that on purpose?”
Of course He did. Guess what? He loves beauty. After all, He made pastel sunrises and fiery sunsets. He paints the inside of flowers. Hey, look at Angelina Jolie and Beyoncé. They may have enhanced their appearances, but the basic model is still amazing. Beauty draws us in, for we love to gaze upon it. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” Keats wrote long ago.
You’re beautiful. Or handsome, if beautiful is too feminine a term for you. You’re winsome and lovely and loved, above all. So let’s decide to celebrate our physical traits, as we are, not as we wish we were or hope to someday be. Let’s get on with the mission, confident in our freaking gorgeousness, ready to go for it. The time is now.