A Year Without Makeup- Day 10

 It is hard to believe that it's already been ten days. The first few days were hard and I thought about my bare face a lot. But now, it's just routine. A simple routine that I'm beginning to get used to and actually like sometimes.
 Day three was probably the most difficult day that I've had so far. That was due to a haircut that I'd scheduled weeks prior to my decision to get rid of the daily makeup. A haircut. Something to look forward to- time away from kids, being pampered by my sweet stylist, a perfect hairdo for at least one day (sometimes two if I don't wash my hair the next morning). Also, something I always have at least a little anxiety about. The reason is this- I walk in dressed in my average plain jane clothing with my average hair up in a messy pony and my average makeup applied haphazardly. Then I see them. Like hair models that have been grooming for their work day since the break of dawn. Using every hair tool ever created to make sure every strand is in the correct place. Applying their makeup to perfection so that it looks glamorous, but not overdone. Then completing their look with pinterest-worthy attire and accessories. The hairstylists. I'm already self-conscious about how I look, and then I'm told to sit in a chair facing the mirror and stare at myself for an hour while my hair is being cut. Yes, an hour. I have a lot of hair. Meanwhile, the hair beauties circle around me like sharks and I catch glimpses of them in the mirror as they pass. This all occurs on a normal haircut day. But remember, this was day three of no makeup. So my level of insecurity was off the charts.
 I did what I usually do and tried to avoid eye contact with my worst critic- me. This time I also did something different. I prayed. Then I tried to picture what God says about me. What does God say about me? Umm...okay...I'm fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139. I'm wonderfully made. What else?...?...Umm...What else?! Fear not, I'm always with you. Okay, that's a good one, but I don't know that it applies here. I wasn't really afraid. So I had an assignment for myself. Find out what God says about me and find out what God says about Godly beauty. I wish I could say that in the past week I've found and studied many, many verses about Godly beauty. But that's just not true. The truth is that I found this verse and have been trying to meditate on it daily:
 Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God. 1 Peter 3:3,4 (NLT)
 There you have it. Don't be concerned about outward beauty. Focus on inward beauty and a gentle and quiet spirit. Okay, I can do that. Not alone, but I can pray for God to give me the heart and mind that pleases Him. But wait, it continues...
 This is how the holy women of old made themselves beautiful. They trusted God and accepted the authority of their husbands. 1 Peter 3:5 (NLT)
 They trusted God. That is beautiful. They accepted the authority of their husbands. I'll be honest, I had a hard time with this one. You mean to tell me that God finds it beautiful when I accept the authority of my husband? I mean, obviously, my husband will think that's pure beauty. This particular verse isn't the first time authority of husband and submission of wife had come to light in my Bible searching this week. Currently, this is not a big struggle for me. But is has been in the past, and because God seems to be steering me in the direction of these verses, I sense something is coming.
 In summary, this is what I've learned and stored in my "inner beauty" file for the week:

1. Don't be concerned about outer beauty
2. Focus on a gentle and quiet spirit
3. Trust God
4. Accept authority of my husband

 I have learned so so much in the past ten days about myself and my God. I have experienced things that I expected like insecurity and negative thoughts about myself. But I've also experienced God-given gifts that were totally unexpected. Confidence. Freedom. I feel good about me. The inside me. The me that matters to the only One that truly matters to me.