For my senior year of high school, I finally got to be cool. Not the most popular person kind of cool, but I got to be cool in the sense that I was surrounded by unique individuals that I love who seemed to love me back. We would laugh, joke, tease, fight, and cry together. It was almost like a family. I don't doubt that we'll drift a part, but I do think we'll be able to come back together every once in awhile.
The more I accepted myself this year, the more I got to see the beauty of other's. My eyes became beholders of beauty. The quirks of others became gems. Their smiles became priceless. Loving them fully and showing them how beautiful they were to me was priority. Yes, it was quite draining, but with the help of Jesus, my savior and best friend, I had the patience, the love to give them.
Every person has their story. Every person is a sculpture that gets chipped at by different events of life. We don't always know why people have more curves than others, but those curves are just as beautiful as the lack of curves. It really doesn't even matter about outer beauty. What a person feels inside shines out more than their appearance to those who love them the most.
Confidence in who you and what you look like comes off as beautiful. At the end of the day, opinions aren't facts. Your opinion of yourself can become a fact so choose to say that you think you're fearfully and wonderfully made. King David did.
Remember though, if you're mean to people, knock them down, and become too prideful and big headed, I don't care what you look like on the outside, you're ugly to me. If you hurt the people that I love, you're hideous. Nothing makes me turn more into a momma bear protecting her cubs than someone who hurts my friends. Don't mess with the beautiful just because you're ugly. Work on your own personality because everyone has the potential for beauty. They should have "diets" for character. "How to make your personality beautiful in 10 days or more!"
I have no regrets of my high school career. I praise God that chapter of my life is over and I never want to go back, but no regrets. I love the beautiful people I've met, the beautiful person I've become, and the lessons learned. My sculpture has a lot more work to be done on it, but I know God will never be finished with me. Though being chipped away at is painful, God makes the experience worth it. He knows the best way I should look because He's already seen the finished product in His head. Just like all good artists.
This is my salute to the high school seniors of 2014. We did it! Congratulations! Let's be a beautiful generation!
Ephesians 2:10 For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.
