Okay, so I know there are a lot of issues going on in the world. With upcoming elections, civil unrest, and world hunger, sometimes its easy for me to feel guilty for having a bad day. Sometimes I feel like being upset over petty things like not having Kat Von D's newest concealer, or missing out on an internship position, or not being sure what the best outfit to wear on the first day of my senior year, makes me a little bit of a brat, who cares about things that don't really matter. Can you say first world problems? However, something I have been learning recently, is that Jesus cares about me. He cares about the starving children in Africa, and He want's me to care about them as well, but that doesn't mean I cant run into His arms and rest in His embrace when I have had a bad day, broken heart, or am just plain sad.

I have been working at my school for quite a while trying to start some form of a sorority, and that is finally happening, and I couldn't be more excited. I tend to put myself down, and think of myself as second rate a lot, and this new project is giving me the opportunity to exercise some skills and practice my leadership. Well, I am basically the most insecure girl ever when it comes to how I look. I have the tummy of a snorlax,

I can never get my contours right, trying to get sharp wings is basically like trying to solve a quadratic equation, and my hair is bushy enough to rival Hemione's.

On the day I had to conduct our first meeting, I woke up super early, and flat ironed my hair, till it was about as straight as it could possibly get, and spent extra time making sure my wings were sharp enough to cut Golaith's head off. I was confident. Before the meeting could start however, I had to go to a job interview. I felt pretty good about this interview, because I was applying for a life guarding position. I have three years of experience with life guarding, and the most wonderful people listed as my references. I strolled into the pool, ready to nail any questions I might be asked. I was completely unprepared. I had expected at some point I would need to complete pre-reqs, but I had not realized that my interview would be my pre reqs! The manager shook my hand, and told me to grab a rescue tube, and hop in the pool when I was ready! I needed the job, so what's a girl to do? I kicked off my nike's, took my phone out of my pocket, and jumped in.

I got the job, but on the way back to campus I realized I wouldn't have time to change or fix my hair or makeup before I had to run this meeting. For me, that was instant panic mode. The girls I am supposed to be teaching are absolutely gorgeous, and I have straight up raccoon eyes. I don't have lashes that go on for miles like the tall beautiful blonde girl who seems to have everything handed to her on a plate, I don't have perfect makeup, cute rompers, and the picture perfect boyfriend like the sweetie pie of the group. I don't have the perfect figure, perfect face, or precious boy like the girl who is supposed to be my VP. How am I supposed to stand up and teach them material and have them take me seriously when i have mascara running down my face, a wet t-shirt, and hair that looks like something a mountain troll barfed up?

And that's when God whispered into my spirit. I don't have to have perfect hair, or perfect makeup, or the perfect boyfriend, because those things don't define who I am. My value is not in how long it takes me to blend my eye shadow, but rather how much time I spend talking to my Savior. My hair may be bushy enough to use as a landing mat for the US Olympic gymnastic team, but God made my hair. He knows every single strand of frizzy unruly-ness that crowns my head, and He loves me for them. He loves me for who I am in Him, who He created me to be, and nothing else matters. I am loved by the King. I am a princess, because my Father is the King of Kings. I don't need a #relationshipgoals thing, because my relationship with my relentless lover is what matters. As I fall deeper in love with Him each day, I become less insecure about how I look, or what people think of me, or how I measure up to my peers in this grand scheme of life. Every where I turn people are pushing, trying to get ahead, trying to be the best, and I'm learning that I don't have to be great, because my God is. As long as I am in love with Jesus, and following His plan for me, silly things like my mascara don't matter. My beauty comes not from hair, or eyeliner, but from my love for Christ.