Sometimes I stress out about the most ridiculous things. Like having a new passport picture taken. I’d like to think that I have more important issues in my life to worry about than whether or not I take a good passport picture, but apparently not. The thought of having a bad picture on my entrance ticket to the world for the next ten years was making me a wee bit crazy.
I kept telling myself – who cares what you look like on that super important official government document? Only cranky custom officials look at it and they are way more concerned about whether I have smuggled illegal agricultural items in or out of their country than if my passport picture looks like a glamour shot. (Just for the record – I have never smuggled anything in or out of any country. One time I did have some undeclared coffee from Mexico in my suitcase, but I swear it was an unintentional omission.)
I think the main reason I was obsessing about the picture was I had looked at my photo from my first passport. Ten years had passed since the original one had been issued and although I wouldn’t necessarily want it framed and showcased on my living room wall, it wasn’t too bad. In reality, it probably looked a lot better to me because I was ten years younger and a few pounds thinner.
Oh who am I kidding? I was probably more than a few pounds thinner. Seeing that younger, thinner version of me surprisingly stirred up some feelings of insecurity.
Interestingly, I’ve been reading a best-selling book by Beth Moore about that very subject. According to her, just about everybody deals with insecurities on some level. I would agree that most of the women and even some of the men I know have difficulty being completely happy in their own skin. We are our own worst critics when it comes to our appearance.
And that, my friend, is a sad thing.
But more than that, it is a completely unbiblical perception of ourselves.
For God clearly tells us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. He designed each of us with such care that the hairs on our heads, whether stick straight or naturally curly, have been numbered in His eyes. And although we have been made in His very image, God gave each of us a physical and personal identity that is absolutely unique. I am me and you are you because that is how He planned it. Who am I to argue with that?
So even though temporarily I may have gone a little nuts over the whole new picture on my passport thing, I’m over it now. It doesn’t matter if it’s my worst picture or my best. For I know that the true picture of me can never be seen on a piece of paper. The true picture of me is revealed in the way that my Father sees me. And the way that He sees me is through the perfect eyes of love.