"Take another one... just one more!"
smile, snap, check
"Ugh, that one's no good either. One more?"
smile "better", snap, check again
"I give up."
I really need a new blog picture. These people are going to think I'm...
Frustration fills me.
Lord, why did you make me this way?
Why don't I look like *person who's a size 2* or *person with perfect hair*?
Every time I try to get just one good picture of myself, I end up taking at least 50 and not being happy with any of them.
Satan likes to whisper in my ear--> "People could never really like you. They only like the pretty people."
What? Maybe he's right...
Then I hear another whisper, a little louder than the first.
Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. [1 Peter 3:4]
Let me make you who I want you to be.
Stop worrying about what's on the outside.
I can make you beautiful.
Abide in my love.