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A Guest Blog Entry by FrappuccinoFangirl

“Pretty Hurts” Sung by Beyoncé

Mama said, you're a pretty girl

What's in your head it doesn't matter

Brush your hair, fix your teeth

What you wear is all that matters

Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown

Without falling down, down

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery

Blonder hair, flat chest

TV says bigger is better

South beach, sugar free

Vogue says

Thinner is better

Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown

Without falling down, down, down

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery

Ain't no doctor or therapeutic that can take the pain away

The pain's inside

And nobody frees you from your body

It's the soul that needs surgery

It's my soul that needs surgery

Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far

And you break when the paper signs you in the dark

You left a shattered mirror

And the shards of a beautiful girl

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation

Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery

When you're alone all by yourself

And you're lying in your bed

Reflection stares right into you

Are you happy with yourself

It's just a way to masquerade

The illusion has been shed

Are you happy with yourself

Are you happy with yourself

Yes

I’m sure many of you have heard this song, and I’m sure some of you haven’t. Whether or not you have or not the message is clear: pretty hurts. However, in Christ we know that we, “Have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.” (Colossians 3:10) In case you have forgotten, we were made in God’s image. God’s image. When I was younger, I thought that was pretty cool; now that I’m slightly more mature, I truly understand what that is saying. Now that I’ve been in this world for a while, sometimes I don’t even believe it. How could I, Mary Isabella Fraraccio, be made in the image of any god? Is He blind? No, because, “Jesus said, ‘For judgment I have come into this world, so that the blind will see…’” (John 9:39) Does he know what I’ve done? I guess so because Psalm 139:1 says, “You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.” If I know God, and He knows me, how can He say He made me in His image?

Sia Furler (the main writer of this song) explained it all, clear and concise. It’s funny how everything comes back to God. Let’s take a moment to compare the words in this song to some things God as said through his word:

“Mama said, you're a pretty girl

What's in your head it doesn't matter

Brush your hair, fix your teeth

What you wear is all that matters”

                                Vs.

“Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self…” (1 Peter 3:3-4)

“Just another stage

Pageant the pain away

This time I'm gonna take the crown

Without falling down, down”
Vs.

“For they cannot rest until they do evil; they are robbed of sleep till they make someone stumble…..But the way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what makes them stumble.” (Proverbs 4:16, 19)

“Pretty hurts

Shine the light on whatever's worse

Perfection is the disease of a nation”

Vs.

“For it seems to me that God has put us apostles on display at the end of the procession, like those condemned to die in the arena.” (I Cor. 5:3)

 ““If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.”” (John 16:18-19)

“for all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God,” (Romans 3:23)

“Tryna fix something

But you can't fix what you can't see

It's the soul that needs the surgery”

Vs.

“On hearing this, Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.’’’ (Matt. 9:35)

“For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.” (John 3:17)

“Blonder hair, flat chest

TV says bigger is better

South beach, sugar free

Vogue says

Thinner is better”

Vs.

“Avoid godless chatter, because those who indulge in it will become more and more ungodly…. Don’t have anything to do with foolish and stupid arguments, because you know they produce quarrels.” (2 Timothy 2: 16,23)

“Ain't no doctor or therapeutic that can take the pain away

The pain's inside

And nobody frees you from your body

It's the soul that needs surgery”

Vs.

““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”” (Matt. 11:28)

““Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”” (John 8:32)

“And you break when the paper signs you in the dark

You’re left a shattered mirror

And the shards of a beautiful girl”

  Vs.

“What the wicked dread will overtake them…” (Proverbs 10:24)

“And by that will, we have been made whole through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.” (Hebrews 10:10)

“When you're alone all by yourself

And you're lying in your bed

Reflection stares right into you

Are you happy with yourself

It's just a way to masquerade

The illusion has been shed

Are you happy with yourself

Are you happy with yourself

Yes”

Vs.

“At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom…” (Matt 27:51)

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.” (Psalm 139:13-15)


 
 
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There’s a sermon story I’ve heard in church a few times. You probably have too. This is the shortened version of it:

A little girl named Julie got $1 for her birthday. She went to the dollar store and picked out the prettiest string of beads her money could buy. She was so proud of those beads that she wore them with every outfit. She wore them day and night. She even wore them in the bath tub, because she did not want to take a chance of losing them by taking them off.

One day, Julie’s father came to her, and he had something behind his back. She asked him what he had, and he told her he would give it to her if she gave him her beads. Julie was distressed. She really loved those beads. “No, Daddy,” she said, “I’ll give you anything else, but I can’t give you my beads.” He walked away, not showing her what he had.

This went on for days. Every evening, Julie’s daddy would approach her, hands behind his back, and ask for her beads. Every night, Julie would refuse. She begged and pleaded and asked if there was anything else she could give him. She just could not part with those beads.

Finally, one night, Julie’s father found her sitting on her bed, crying. He asked her what was wrong. She held her beads in her hand, and she gave the string to him as she told him, “Daddy, you know I love these beads, but I love you more. If you want them that badly, there must be a good reason, so you can have them.” Julie’s father smiled as he took the beads. He pulled a blue velvet box out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Julie. Inside, she found a string of beautiful real pearls. He told her, “I saw how much you loved your plastic beads, and I thought you would love these even more.”

We are just like Julie. We hold on to things God has asked us to give up. What we don’t realize is, He has so much more planned for us. We make plans and try to keep them, even when it becomes apparent God has something else in store for us. Just like Julie, we think we know what is best.

This may sound like a random story for me to tell, but it popped into my head at church this morning. As I sat, with tears streaming down my cheeks, I realized, I am Julie.

To explain what I mean by this, I must first confess something to you, and if you did not already think I was weird, you certainly will when I finish telling you what I’m about to say.

For years now, I have had a fear of heaven.

Okay. I said it. It’s out there. I know. It’s crazy. I’m scared to go to heaven. If you think I’m crazy now, wait until I tell you the reason.

I am afraid to go to heaven, because I’ve been told I won’t be married there. Matthew 22:29-33 says: “Jesus replied, “You are in error because you do not know the Scriptures or the power of God.  At the resurrection people will neither marry nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.  But about the resurrection of the dead--have you not read what God said to you, 'I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob?’ He is not the God of the dead but of the living."  When the crowds heard this, they were astonished at his teaching.”

So, here’s the thing. I am not complete without my husband. I know that sounds silly and cliché, but it’s true. My heart has belonged to this man since I was 15 years old. It’s more than half my life I’ve spend with him. I have kissed no other boy. I have loved no other man. Mr. Everything is my other half, and he is my better half. He absolutely completes me, and I would not be who I am or what I am without him by my side.

How can I possibly be happy in heaven if I am incomplete? I know, I know. I will be complete through Christ. In my head, I know that. In my head, I know God will take care of all this silliness, and I have nothing to worry about.

My heart feels differently.

I won’t even discuss the fact that I won’t be a mother in heaven. I can’t even go there. I’ll be a soppy mess of tears.

So, back to my original statement. I realized today in church that I am Julie. I am holding on to what I think is best for me. This life is beautiful to me, and it’s perfect for me. However, I can’t possibly know what God has in his blue velvet box. The only way I can see my true pearls is to hand over my dollar store beads to him.

Little by little, I’m getting there.

I trust Him.

I often echo the words of the boy’s father from Mark 9:24: “I believe; help my unbelief!”

If you ever see me crying in church and heaven is being discussed, you can know, without a shadow of a doubt, I am struggling to hand over my beads.

I’ll get there one day.

What are you holding on to? Won’t heaven be worth your beads too?

 “Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.” John 14:1-3    -Al



 

    Alison

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