When asked about her day at school, Hallie often tells me about her "friends," and occasionally her tales make me want to shield her from other little girls altogether. Instead, I end up faking nonchalance when she reports that someone told her she "doesn't look pretty because she's not wearing a dress" or other such silliness. Blessedly, she believes me when I tell her the truth--that she is beautiful. And she listens when her daddy wisely counsels her that she is beautiful because God thinks so and because He loves her. But in my heart I dread--and pray against--a day when she believes them instead of us. A day when she believes that her worth is measured by her peers and not her Savior.
I pray that the Voice of God will be louder than the voices on the playground.
Hear, O daughter, and consider, and incline your ear:
forget your people and your father’s house,
and the king will desire your beauty.
Since he is your lord, bow to him.
Forget "your people" and yes, even us in "your father's house," my sweet girl. The Lord has made you and I pray will call you His. Therein lies all the worth you'll ever need.
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