Daily Dare: 40 Days to a Radical Life

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Welcome to Day 17!

When my daughter was smaller she used to draw these wonderfully simplistic self portraits. I remember how she would pluck the purple crayon from the Crayola box ever so carefully and grip it tight between her pudgy, pale hands. She did her very darnedest to keep them steady.

I used to love to sit and watch her doodle away on the living room rug, her tiny pink toenails kicking as if completely filled up with artistic energy that just had to get out.

I’ll never forget the first picture she ever drew. It still graces our refrigerator to this day. Her crayon etched head so wiggly and large with two giant skinny legs sticking straight down from her chin. While it certainly was no Monet, to me it was worth just as much. She’d worked so hard to create the little bit of something she had created and knowing it was her best made it the best piece of art I ever owned.

Of course, as the years passed by I taught her to hold her hands a little more steadily. I showed her how to use different shades of crayon to capture the essence of her golden brown hair and her rosy pink lips.

If you were to look on our refrigerator today you would see a freshly drawn “after” portrait. You might not see much difference in the two since her tiny little people still have giant heads and absolutely no neck to speak of – but because I am her mother the little changes would be so evident to me. I would point them out to you in vast numbers because I appreciate every little “work in progress” improvement her self portrait has made – from the slightly straighter legs dangling from her chin to the ever so slightly steadier circle, no matter how robust.

Sure, I know there is room for improvement but together we will work on that, little by little, until someday those little legs will have feet attached and those giant heads will be within normal scale. As mommies we look forward to the milestones still somehow being completely wrapped within the “head over heels” feeling for the here and now scribbles on our fridges.

Isn’t this a lot like our Heavenly Father? He watches proudly as we scribble with our purple crayon, teaching us little by little how to bring out all of our living colors. He points out how we can improve but never misses a chance to celebrate who we are in the moment along with the little changes that we make to become better, more rounded men and women. After all, He even promises that He has “drawn” us “with loving kindness” and “everlasting love.”Jeremiah 31:3

While the inner changes we make to our own self portrait may go unnoticed by the world, our Father will always be quick to proudly point them out. “Anne is a wonderful budding artist, Moses. Look, how well she stays in the lines!” “Hey, Noah, come here a minute. Check out how straight Anne is drawing her arms these days. Pretty amazing, huh?”

As you grow and change and you shuffle your pink toenails from the living room rug of life, know that God takes notice of each improved stroke. And if you ever doubt His celebration of who you are even in the unchanging moments just ask Him to show you His waste basket. You’ll find it completely empty. His refrigerator on the other hand you will find completely full.

DAILY DARE: Draw a self portrait of yourself. Draw arrows and write in what you think God thought of when He made you or what you think He loves about you. (i.e. I have satellite ears – so I might say “Big ears to hear the trouble the kids are getting in down the hall 🙂 I will share my portrait with you tomorrow. I hope you’ll share yours too! 🙂 I hope today’s dare helps you to see yourself the way God sees you (and the way I see you too) – equipped to do what He has called you to do! Someone to be proud of!

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12 thoughts on “Daily Dare: 40 Days to a Radical Life

  1. Oh my, really, draw a picture of myself? I had a colleague that like me hated it when we used to have to put name tags on when we attended meetings. She always put Elizabeth Taylor on hers and after a while I started that too. I’m not even sure I could draw a decent likeness of her. As for what God thought when He made me, I think He’s probably still scratching His head and wondering about that Himself. I can’t wait to see what you post tomorrow, missy. Hugs, Mrs. Notgonnatakethisdareberry
    PS. Yes, I do know that I’m an old pooper!

    • Good morning, Elizabeth Taylor! lol 🙂 That’s too cute! But dare I say that you could be the blonde version. 🙂

      I’m not a very good artist either. 🙂 I laughed out loud at your name today and your PS. lol 🙂

      • Ah, an obvious flaw in my name choice! Perhaps, I should be a Betty Grable or Goldie Hawn instead, huh?! I’m so glad I make you laugh because you make me laugh too and laughter is good for the body and soul. Hugs, Mrs. Bettyberry

      • Oh, dahling! 🙂 I’m going to go with Betty Grable because YES you do look like her!! I LOVE hollywood from when it was so glamorous and classic. So Mrs. Bettyberry all the way! 🙂

        And I’m glad I make you giggle. We have something else in common. 🙂

      • Well, dahling, I kind of liked the Betty Grable idea too because like you I loved (and am old enough to remember) the glamorous and classic Hollywood era. I was born in 1942 in Los Angeles and actually grew up in Long Beach, California, which is not all that far from Hollywood. My dad was shipped over seas the day after I was born and Betty Grable was the poster girl for many of the soldiers who fought in WWII. So, by George, Mrs. Bettyberry it is! I’m so glad we settled on that. Now I can’t wait to go somewhere again where they insist on a name tag. My friend who always used to be Elizabeth Taylor would have loved that and we’d have gotten lots of laughs out of it, and teachers always need something to laugh about. Okay, missy, I’m off to do fairy things for the day. Have a good and blessed. Love, Mrs. Grableberry (AKA Mrs. Fairyberry)

  2. I just thought of something. Until I was quite mature, lets say, I kept wondering what it was that I wanted to be when I grew up. Then one day in my 60’s I realized it was a good fairy. I really wanted to be a good fairy and so I find ways now to be just that. So do you think God creates people to be good fairies??? Mrs. Sillyberry

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