Beautiful Day

Sunday morning I was not pleased with my reflection. Specifically, I was not pleased with my hair.

On Friday I had a conversation with a friend about how Sunday wasn't a day for us to be filled, but a day for us to be poured out; that we were to be filled by meditating on the Word throughout the week, and that corporate worship was a time to overflow in praise to God. With those words of hers still fresh in mind, I began praying that God would remove my focus from myself—that I might be freed from concern about how others perceive me, what they are thinking of me, and be free to worship.

The first two people I spoke to as I walked into church said, "I like your hair!" and "You look gorgeous!" That's how much God loves us. He always gives us more than we thought we were asking for.

It was the beginning of a beautiful day, a day that was beautiful because God revealed Himself—in the words of the pastor, in response to meditation and prayer, in conversation centered on Him. Is this how beautiful every day would be if I went into it praying to glorify God and not seeking to make myself look good?

There's one way to find out.