Bare skin

The other day I was standing in front of the mirror and I noticed that my skin is lacking something…some sort of…hmmm…radiance. It’s not really looking vibrant. At least not as vibrant as I think it used to look.

I’ve always had fair skin but since moving to Australia two years ago, it’s suffered quite a bit. The different climate, geography, weather, environment plus all the emotional roller coasters I’ve been on since coming here.

As I traced the familiar crevices of my skin and absorbed its texture, I realised that it was crying out, albeit so softly. It needed help. I have neglected it for far too long. So, I’m attacking it with loads of tenderness, gentleness and loving care.

The skin, unlike all the other organs in our body is the only one we wear on the outside. It is the first thing we see and notice about other people.
Our skin presents us and it also precedes us.

In the same way, the spirit of our character and who we are as persons always goes before us. It announces us wherever we go.

Watching my skin has made me conscious of the reality that just like my skin; I cannot completely hide who I am. This is something that is visible and bare.
Yes, I can try to hide it but at some point it breaks free and shows itself.

When I made the decision to be vulnerable with life, I overlooked how much of it would involve being cut open and at the same time being laid bare and naked. This can be a very disconcerting process because sometimes you are forced to face up to the weaknesses you never thought you had. It’s like looking in the mirror and seeing something that isn’t there.

But, that said, if I had to make this decision all over again, I would make the same choice.

You see, there is a sense of freedom in my being vulnerable that I find truly fulfilling and even exhilarating. I have become a student of life.

And even though I have never had to pretend to be something I’m not, I’m learning more about myself than I’ve ever done before. And that’s just the thing about vulnerability – it conquers pride and makes you teachable…if you allow it.

Being the best me is important to me because I want to live a life that is genuinely honest, full and complete. And living this kind of life requires a character that is tried and tested.

Just as healthy, glowing skin is such a beautiful sight to behold, fabulous character and spirit can be a pleasure. I want mine to be so.

And if no man finds it so, I know every night I’ll still slide into bed with a smile on my face knowing that I’m comfortable in my own bare skin, and that God is gently caressing my face, and kissing me and my skin goodnight.

My word to you?
Love your skin. Take care of it. Cherish it. Protect it. Nourish it. Make the choice to make it radiant and vibrant. Your skin is what precedes you.
And you know I’m talking about much more than just bare skin.

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