“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God
he created them; male and female he created them.”
“Tell them how beautiful they are, ” God said as I was waking up.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” I said, as I sleepily opened my eyes. I sat up and stretched.
“Remind them that they are made in my image,” He encouraged.
“I haven’t even had my coffee yet, Big Guy! Give me a minute, for heaven’s sake!” I teased.
“It’s important that they take to heart what they are. They are so precious. So very, very precious. And they forget, you know,” God whispered gently. I knew His words were for me, too.
“Yes, I know,” I said, and kicked off the covers. I padded into the bathroom, and there sat the scale, glaring at me. “Boy, do I know!” I looked in the mirror. An aging woman stared back at me. I averted my eyes so as to not see all the wrinkles and gray hair.
“Don’t look away!” God scolded me. “Look at yourself as if you are looking into my eyes.”
I raised my gaze to my reflection. I pretended I was looking into God’s eyes and suddenly, I saw the beauty of my soul. It didn’t matter, my skin and hair. “You are beautiful Sparrow because you are made in my image,” God explained. I kept my gaze on my reflection until I could feel God’s words all the way down to the marrow in my bones. “Please, tell everyone how beautiful they are,” He asked me again.
“Yes, God. I’ll tell them.” I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. Outside, the sun was peeking over the horizon. I waved a cheery hello to her and sat down by the window to watch the day arrive. It was a beautiful sunrise!