Monday, 27 July 2009
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God's Beauty
This past weekend had been the busiest one in months. I attended, and worked during, a conference for the rare disease I was born with, Sturge-Weber Syndrome. The aspect I love most about these conferences is for once in their life each affected individual doesn't have to feel different. We no longer become isolated, taunted. stared at or belittled. As a group, we are strong and united! What touched me the most, this time, was that for just an instant I was able to step back and see the glory and beauty of all the purple birthmarks that surrounded me. Amidst the stress and bustle of making everything run smoothly, I saw teenagers talking to others just like themselves and finding comfort. Parents were no longer afraid their children would be alone. The takeaway message I learned twas that there were others who have been married, others who will come after me who'll lead full lives and God does have my Prince Charming picked out.
At the end of the day I was drained because I was touched so deeply and reminded of how beautiful God's creations really are. While walking my dog this morning, I thought of everything I had seen and felt. Out in the woods, looking at the curvature of the trees, their spectrum of green and the shade they provide at just the right moment, I was overwhelmed. He created each tree, bird and rock in perfection, and they are. He created all of us. When I look back on all the people I've seen this weeken
d, I'm blown away by His perfection. Not a one of us had the same markings. Sure, the majority had a portion of their birthmark around one or both of their eyes because its a hallmark of the condition, but aside from this one criterion everyone had a different mark. Mine is rather light, heart shaped but the birthmark ends at the top of my lip. An eleven year old girl had her birthmark in splotches all down her leg. It was so beautiful seeing how God distinctly chose the pattern for her mark for her. A twenty year-old I had been talking to about college, had her birthmark broken up on her face, but still she was beautiful. No matter where I looked I saw the beauty in God's planning, even if we don't sometimes see it in ourselves.
When I was younger I would come across someone who would often remark how God had made me special. Back then it was a condescension. I didn't want to be special and stared at when I went shopping at the mall. I didn't want to be different. I thought being different meant being ostracized. Being different meant I was never going to be loved or get married. Maybe its age, but I don't think it is. Having looked at how perfectly God created each person in that room this weekend, I know he has a plan for me. He has a plan for all of us. He's going to carry us all through, I just hope and pray one day all of the world will realize how beautiful our differences are. We are His creation. We're different for a reason and once we wholly embrace this incredible gift we can begin to live the lives he has designed for us more completely.
Take the time tonight or tomorrow or this weekend and really look at God's beauty. Look past the mountains and the trees. Look at your brothers and sisters. Look at your family and see the beauty He gave them. When you see someone who looks "different" remember the perfection God has created in them and most importantly remember the perfection God has created in you.
He loves you unceasingly.
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