By nature I'm yellow (pronounced: yell-a). With a conglomerate of English, German, and lesser unknown genes, I'm fair and rosy-less.
Marry that with dark circles under my eyes, an uneven complexion thanks to adolescent hormones, and insecure freckles hiding when the sun don't shine and I'm a sight for sore eyes every morning when I wake up.
A quick, magical dusting of my mineral concealer and I'm back.
Back to yellow.
My cheeks, my whole face actually, owes it's existence to courage. To be fair, my face would continue to exist without it, you just wouldn't know it's there.
Courage is the name of my miracle blush. A subtle shade of rosy, it loans color and life to my cheeks.
Below the surface, I'm yellow, too.
If only beauty were skin deep.
I'm afraid of change. Scared to commit. Paralyzed by fear.
Joshua (you know the one...the son of none?! ;) fought the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho. Before that, he was hand picked by God to be His people's new leader. I always assumed it was because Joshua must have been a bold and confident natural leader. But tell me, why would God repeatedly encourage him with the words, "Do not be afraid. Do not be discouraged. Be strong and courageous." if he was already unafraid?
I'm beginning to understand in my life that I am not naturally all that I think God is calling me to be. This realization tends to make me question what God is asking of me. "Sorry, but uh, I am afraid, I am discouraged. Why don't you go on and ask somebody else what you're asking of me??" Learning that Joshua's strength (and no doubt the stamina to march around a city so many times in not so many days) came from God's encouragement, God's infusion of courage, emboldens my own hesitancy.
For what God may be asking of me, for what He may be calling me to, I'll need His strength, His courage.
Um, Lord, do you have that available for brush application?
