I love wearing heels. Stylish and the boost I need without the stilts. JThough tennis shoes are better for running, there is something graceful about being lead across the dance floor in heels. Also, there is never a problem of meeting taller men. I can either close the gap a little, or not at all. “Hey, you come down to my level!”

Embracing my height hasn’t been a problem of late, but ever now and then, my freckles cause some distress. They are beauty marks, which hold no beauty for me. I feel like a human dalmatian. I probably scare babies who aren’t use to the abundant amount of freckles. “Will she get in trouble with her mommy for not washing her face?”

Angel kisses or spots of doom?

I’ve wanted to bleach them, “erase”, even pound on the foundation so they can “disappear”. How have I come to hate my freckles so? I guess when you hardly see them on anyone else, you do not enjoy what the good Lord gave you. Or can you?

1.       Putting on face camouflage – painting by “numbers”

2.       Helping a young child with math homework – a counting tool.

3.       Getting a kiss from someone shy – “See the constellation on my face?”

4.       Moment of embarrassment – red blush is more subtle.

God made us just the way we ought to be. EMBRACE! Enjoy God’s beauty. Love yourself with the flaws. In God’s eyes, we are beautiful.

So.. maybe they aren’t so bad.

I need to rely on God to be my hero.