I got a bunch of rambling on my brain…
First… it’s 7am, do your children know who Stevie Wonder is?
Stevie Wonder was playing on the radio today and I asked the cashier – ‘do you know who is singing?’ Her response ‘no clue’. WHAT A TRAGEDY! Ok, I know it’s really not a tragedy, but Stevie Wonder? You don’t know who Stevie Wonder is… Yikes. I told her to google him. I love Stevie Wonder, I love his music, his passion, and he is an inspiration. Phyllis has known who he is since she was… born. My favorite song of all time is by him. As. I feel like it’s a love song from God to me, the words given to Stevie by God Himself.
Yes, I do realize that I am a complete dork!
Can someone explain why I believe that when the bible says in song of Solomon 4:7 ‘All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you’ that it applies to everyone but me? How is it that I believe that God loved me, He saved me, that if I was the only one, He still would have gotten up on that cross. That He loves me in spite of me and the mess I make, but I can’t believe that I am beautiful. Somehow I’ve got to get over this mess that I think my whole life I can’t remember anyone saying I was cute or pretty or beautiful. How come I can only remember all the times I’ve always been “too” something? Too fat, too skinny (what the heck, I’ve never been too skinny but I’ve been told I was!), hair was… too long, to short, too blond, too dark, I’m too loud, talk too much… ok, you get the picture. How come I can look at others and see their beauty but some days I just can’t see it in myself!
Song of Solomon 1:15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.