Brawn is defined as muscular strength. When I was a teen and into my 20s, I was skinny, super skinny. I looked great in clothes and could eat anything I wanted. But coming into 25-30, I realized that eating like that was no longer possible. After having kids, the words super skinny would never ever define me again! I gained a bunch of weight but decided that I could work it off. I began to run, do squats, lift weights and eat properly. What happened? Well defined shoulders and arms and toned calves and butt are what happened! While I came to grips with the scale and its failure to say what I wanted it to say, I gained muscle and strength. At 18, I couldn't do a push up or pull up. At almost 40, I can! I can run 5 and 10Ks and mud runs. I am stronger, physically, than I was 20 years ago! Brawn? Yes, I have it!
I hate it when people say, I have brains! No, you have 1 brain unless you have 2 heads! Anyway, I digress! I have a brain! Yes, I do! I have always been smart especially where books are concerned. I, also, have drive and determination. If I fail at something the 1st time, I will work and work until I get it. As I am aging, I find that my brain power where people are concerned is growing. I have never been a good judge of people. I was always too trusting and quick to see the best in everyone. I have learned that what people put forward is not always the truth. It is the truth that they want you to see. I have become better at reading people. I am still good with trivia, puzzles, and I am still a voracious reader. My brain is constantly in use and that is a good thing! I don't think that some people ever use theirs, but again, I digress!
As my value and beauty became less distorted, my view in the mirror became less distorted. I began to see myself through His eyes. The extra pounds? Those were gained while having my babies. The scars on my abdomen? Those were gained so that my children(and I) could live. My freckles and wrinkles? Signs that I have sat in the sun and laughed. Breasts that aren't as perky as they used to be? I was able to feed all 4 of my living children with them. I am so blessed and God didn't make me to be junk. I am a masterpiece, His workmanship. Worth more than a Van Gogh, Renoir or Picasso. Yes, little ol' Southern me!
The last piece fell into place when I had my 2nd daughter. People tell me that she looks so much like me. If I say that I am ugly, then what does that say about her? She is so stunning! I don't want her to have that distorted, damaged view of herself. I want her to see her value from the get go. Finding healing in this area will help my children see their beauty. I am beautiful!
Beauty, brain, and brawn. Yes, we all have them. They just need to be honed and discovered! We are all creations of the Great Creator. He doesn't make junk! We just take His masterpiece and paint over it with our own finger paints and watercolors. Can you imagine doing that with the Mona Lisa? No! Why do we do it with God's work? What are you doing to allow God to clean up the canvas? Have you discovered your 3Bs?
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