My Me: How You See Me

***This was written on January 1, 2016***
***Inspired by Rachel SuperStarr Black***

Genesis 1:26-27: “Then God said, ‘Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness…’ So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.”

All focus and attention is on me.
I’ve got the spotlight,
I’m in the center.
I’m within everyone’s sight.
I’m the presenter,
The opening,
The act,
And the rest;
Which is awful, considering I’m not looking my best.
What?
You don’t believe me?
You think I look well and fine?
My clothes and jewelry and face creates this false idea of “well and fine.”
You can look at me and say, “That person has style,”
But I ask you, can you identify my smile?
Any liveliness in my walk?
Do you see the smallest hint of joy in my eyes?
See, this style is a disguise.
I’m hiding from the lies
And cries
That I
Have to face everyday.
You see someone who’s really got it going on,
But I see the person I’ve been all along.
When I stare at the glass reflector,
I see shame.
I see despair.
I see ugliness.
I look into the soul of this person in the glass reflector and ask,
“How can anyone see someone who’s “well and fine?”
Are they blind?
No, they can see.
They just don’t know the real me,
The me I have to live with everyday of my life.
I know the lies I gave,
The mistakes I made.
This awful load I’m carrying weighs me down to the grave.
Or, I wish it did.
I want to die.
I hate me.
Who could love someone like me?
Why would someone allow me to live?
Who in their right mind would make me,
Shape me,
Create me?
…Oh, that’s right.
God.
Jesus.
Lord, God above me,
Do You still love me?
How could Someone like You love someone like me?
I’m not “well and fine” like other people are.
I’ve shamed Your Name more times than I can count.
So, You can understand how I may have doubts
That Someone like You can love someone like me.
But You still made me, and allowed me to live.
What is it about me that You find so lovely?
What do You see when You look at me?
It can’t be what I see.
Is it my soul?
My spirit?
My talents, my heart, my mind?
What is it that You see that I don’t? Am I blind?
Show me, God.
Let me see me that way You do.
Help me love me the way You intended me to.
Who am I? What am I in You?
I’m tired of seeing myself as ugly and dumb!
That’s not how You made me!
That’s not who You see!
That’s not who I am!
I am a child of Jesus the King!
No attire or style or material things
Can make me any greater than I am!
God, I am Yours!
You made me strong!
You made me bold!
You made me excellent!
Smart!
Successful!
Gorgeous!
Talented!
Victorious!
I am Yours! Now I see
How You see me.

(c) January 2016, B.I.B. Productions
(P) BOOYIKA!, Inc.

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Teach Me How to Love Me Like You Do

***This was written on July 16, 2014***

You knew me even before I was born
In my mother’s womb, I was formed
Before I spake, You knew my name
I know You created me for a purpose, not in vain

You knew what I’d be like, You knew what I’d become
You knew how I’d grow in my days of young
From my head to my feet, You formed my design
And so, if I may ask You a question so Divine…

Teach me how to love me like You do
Teach me how to love me like You do
If I’m Your child, Your creature,
Help me adore all of my features
Jesus, teach me how to love me like You do

My skin, the fabric of body, its texture and its color
My feet, whatever the size, they’re mine – You didn’t give them to any other
You coiled each individual piece of my hair
And with these beautiful eyes You gave me, I can look and gaze and stare

You love how I look, and You love all my quirks
You knew how I should appear, You did the design work
You don’t make mistakes; there are no flaws in Your plans
So I ask You to do this one thing, if You can…

Teach me how to love me like You do
Teach me how to love me like You do
If I’m Your child, Your creature,
Help me adore all of my features
Jesus, teach me how to love me like You do

My teeth, my lips, they help me to form such a pretty smile
The way I talk, the way I walk, they both contribute to my unique style
My voice, my size, my height all help my individuality
You knew what You were doing when You made me, Lord; You helped develop my personality

You love the way I look, and You love all my quirks
You knew how I should appear, You did the design work
You don’t make mistakes, there are no flaws in Your plans
So I ask You to do one thing, if You can…

Teach me how to love me like You do
Teach me how to love me like You do
If I’m Your child, Your creature,
Help me adore all of my features
Jesus, teach me how to love me like You do

(c) July 2014, B.I.B. Productions
(P) BOOYIKA!, Inc.