Third Thursday Thoughts: True Beauty (at any age!)

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I’m delighted to be partnering with Hearts at Home once again and pondering a newThird Thursday Thought.  And speaking of thoughts, don’t just read mine. Be sure to join the blog hop and meet all kinds of gifted writers and mommies who have put words to their musings today. While you’re hopping, stop by the Hearts at Home website and be encouraged by this amazing organization that seeks “to encourage, equip, and educate every mom in every season of motherhood using Christian values to strengthen families.” 

 
Today’s question is: If you could go back in time and tell your teenage self one thing, what would you say?

 Next month, I’ll attend my twenty-year high school class reunion (with my handsome high-school sweetheart at my side).  I’m sure we’ll retell some old stories, laugh about a handful of memories and wonder where time has gone. We may marvel at the way life has unfolded and muse about how life has changed since graduation day. And though the external changes will be the most obvious in our thinning hair and rounding bodies, the internal changes are the transformations that will be worth celebrating.

One of my greatest post-teenage transformations had to do with how I viewed beauty. My own beauty, to be exact.  As a teenager, I spent hours in front of the mirror striving to look just right.  I belabored over what outfit to wear, sought new hairstyles constantly, and secretly wished I’d just go to sleep one night and wake up in a new body. Like most teenagers, my vision of beauty stemmed from the covers of Teen Magazine. Unarguably, I never measured up to the airbrushed models.

If I could go back in time and tell my lanky-legged, curve-less teenage self one thing, I’d tell her that true beauty  is tied to your soul, not your style. And if she would listen to a near-forty-year-old like me, I would share with my insecure teenage self the same secret that a wise woman once told me when I was just a young mommy still searching for that perfect hairstyle…

(Some of my readers have heard this sage advice before, but I couldn’t resist sharing it again. Hope you don’t mind!)

 When my husband was in medical school and our budget involved endless cans of tuna and peanut butter, I drove by a high-end spa each week on my trek to the grocery store. Since the only manicure I’d ever received was on my wedding day, I knew very little about what went on beyond the walls of that beauty shop. But sometimes as I passed by in my spit-up-stained sweatpants and baseball-cap-covered hair, I dreamed of beauty treatments that erased the black circles of sleep-deprivation and manicures that excavated sandbox residue from trench-digging fingernails. I imagined a hairstyle that would make my plain face turn heads and a secret product that would change the lines of my stick-straight figure.

 
 I mentioned my musings to an older friend one day, a woman whose beauty was indisputable even in her golden years. The woman’s eyes sparkled as she threw her arms around my shoulders and looked straight into my baby blues: Honey, the best kind of spa I know is free. If you pamper your soul, you’ll be beautiful for all your days.”
 
It’s been a decade since I’ve seen the woman whose sage advice changed my life. But when I run into her in Heaven, I’m going to thank her. Shortly after she shared her recipe for beauty, I began to investigate the spa sitting on my bookshelf.  Just as my friend promised, the Word of God has infused my life with radiance. I’ve yet to find a product that lifts the black bags from my eyes, but when  I lift my eyes to my Maker, He enables me to see past weariness to wonder. I still have sand stuck beneath my nails on occasion, but the hands who took my nails on Calvary’s cross paint my life with the unfading beauty of grace. I may wage war on wrinkles, bunions, and pimples but the battle for my heart has already been won. I don’t change my hairstyle every six weeks these days. Nor do I frown at the face in the mirror quite as much as I did at sixteen. The woman smiling back at me still lacks curves, magazine-cover-style, and head-turning pizazz, but on most days she feels beautiful because of HIM.

Now and then I actually visit a spa like the one I used to pass on my way to the grocery store. I pull my calloused feet out of my tennis shoes and indulge in a pedicure complete with bubbling foot bath and massaging chair. But my favorite  beauty treatment is far easier on the budget. I just climb into my big leather chair, turn the well-worn pages of my Bible and indulge in a FREE spa for my dirty soul.  After all, why settle for glamour when my Savior offers GLORY?I wish I’d known that timeless beauty tip as a teenager, too!

 
 
Today’s Overflow:  Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. -Psalm 34:5 







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Alicia

7 Comments

  1. I forgot about Teen Magazine. I remember riding my bike to the local drugstore, waiting for the new issue to come out. You have a gift of imagery in your writing. Thanks for inspiring eternal glory instead of temporary glamour.

  2. What a great way to look at spending time in the Word!

  3. Alicia, you are right on target with this one. No, you are BEAUTIFUL with this one! 😉

    So glad I stopped by and “found” your beauty through the Hearts at Home Blog Hop.

    Blessings,
    Julie@Comehaveapeace

  4. Anonymous says:

    Love your wording on this one! 🙂
    ~Robin

  5. Love this post!! Wonderful message that I (and my teenage self…) needed to hear today~ thanks!

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