Own Your Face

Yesterday, I was really struggling.

If you've seen my I am Brave; I am Bruised post, you know that I struggle with skin conditions and that it sometimes makes me struggle to accept my own face.

Yesterday, I was really feeling this.

I have not gotten any better; in fact, I've gotten worse. And I was just fed up and feeling ugly and frustrated.

My hubby came home, saw me on the couch in the dark watching The Office and eating Cadbury mini eggs, and came and held me, asking what was wrong.

I told him how I was feeling, cried (again), and he snuggled me and joked with me and told me, holding my face,

"This is mine."

I laughed and he asked if I had ever seen this Ted talk. I had not.

He showed it to me, and his words took on more meaning:

In that moment, Kyle was the painter.

He owned my face.

The same thing could be said of those of you who left sweet comments in response to my original post.

You owned my face.

You accepted it.

You chose to love it as it is.

And that's what I have to do.

I have to choose to love my face,

to accept it,

to own it.

That doesn't mean I won't get frustrated with it,

or have bad days where I feel ugly,

or wish my face wasn't the way it was.

But I can choose to accept my face for what it is:

something that God crafted,

something that is 

fearfully and wonderfully made.