3 Messages of Truth to My Little Girl Self

My mother has an artist’s soul. One day when I was six, she used her creative skills on my long hair. “Let’s cut your hair into a pixie. It’ll be fun.” She promised me that short hair was all the rage and grabbed the kitchen scissors.  She clothes-pinned a sheet around my shoulders and we headed to the backyard. Playing beauty parlor, she snipped here and there and spun me around in the grass. “You look adorable. Just wait! You’re gonna love it.”

Peering into her bedroom mirror afterwards, I thought I might faint. Who is this strangle little girl with too-short bangs and stick-out ears?

Then she painted a picture immortalizing my new look.

I hated my new “do” and I hated the portrait even more. I looked like a scared unloved waif.

For months, I tugged on my stubby ends hoping they’d grow back magically like my Crissy Doll’s hair.

A few years ago, I found the painting in my attic. I dusted Little Julie and decided to splurge and have her framed.

The picture I once despised now hangs in my kitchen–her shy smile reminds me of the Truth.

1. The One who made me loves me. (And I’m free to love me too!)

2. I can’t do anything to make Him love me any more…or any less.

3. I am precious in His sight.

“… I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Gal 2:20 NIV

Do you have a message of kindness and truth for your younger self?

Love,

Julie

Comments

  1. I also had a pixie cut…I think it damaged me emotionally 🙂

    I love the painting Julie and that you have started loving that little girl. I love her/you too.
    As for me…I’m thankful for this 51 year old body that still (mostly) works 🙂
    xoxo

  2. Thanks, Robin. The Little Girl Julie and Grown-up Julie would love to play with your felt Christmas tree!!!

    XO

  3. Pat Garczynski says:

    For me, the profound Truth of this article is that God can heal our memories.
    Love you on Wednesdays,
    Pat

  4. Anna Haney says:

    We moved a lot when I was little, so I spent time being the “new kid” and wanting desperately to please people and to make friends. Unfortunately, I was very shy, so that did not make it easy. Momma and Daddy told me that Jesus loved me even more than they did, a concept I could not wrap my brain around. To compensate for being the “new kid” as well as an only child, I developed a vivid imagination and learned to enjoy my own company. It did not bother me too badly to be alone. However, looking back, I realize that I was NEVER alone. God was always there. He was helping me make up those stories. And even if those kids did not take to me right away, He was and is still my friend–best friend. Thanks for this dear Julie!

    • Anna, don’t you love how He works His way–even when we were little girls? Because you were an only child, that amazing creativity developed. And because my mother made me her Junior Editor, I fell in love with words.

      Love how you say He is your best friend.

      I feel the same way. 🙂

      Thank you for reading and your sweet comment!! Hope all is well….

  5. As children and teens we are all so concerned with how we think we look to others. The message to my younger self would be that although we might be heartbroken at the moment at how we look, it does not matter to God. It is who we are inside that is so much more important. And no matter what, God loves us and is there for us always.

  6. So true, Eileen. God looks at our hearts!

    XOXO

  7. Loved this, Julie. I speak from experience that I firmly believe all mothers should be forced to sign a contract before they leave the hospital with their newborn daughters stating that they will never, under any circumstances, be allowed to trim their daughter’s bangs. Just saying. However, I must admit, your picture is adorable and, oh!, what I’d have given for a mother with an artist’s soul! Oh, well. I’m reminded God doesn’t always give us what we want, but He always provides what we need. It’s up to us what we do with it. Have a wonderful week, Julie.

    • So true, Marie. Her artistic soul was a gift–when it took the form of writing I was too excited about it though. She appointed me her Junior Editor, but look how the Lord has used that. Even that!

      Blessings my friend and happy almost weekend.

  8. Brenda Greene says:

    You did it again, Julie Girl! I’m grinning from ear to ear. Not so much about you learning to love the little girl Julie, but because I can identify with your Mama…and Marie’s comment above about signing a contract before we leave the hospital with you precious baby girls!

    Our youngest sat still while her Mom gave her a perm….yes and at three years old, no less!! Both our daughters were blessed with very dark brunette, straight, fine hair and as their mother I thought it needed to be curly! Shame on me. When it needed trimming because it was getting in her eyes, I sat her (Indian fashion) on the vanity in the bathroom in front of our five-foot-wide mirror and “trimmed” her bangs. Her only comment was “I look like a raccoon!” Cracked me up and we still laugh about that! Fortunately her mama doesn’t have an artistic bone in her body so all we have are our memories…suspect she’s glad of that! We just celebrated her 39th birthday this week and she still loves me! I might better send your encouraging words to her…suspect she’ll identify. P.S. God blessed her with a beautiful little girl with the exact same hair and she’s not the least bit interested in making it curly!!

    Love Wednesday Julie Days! Be blessed as you continue to bless us Sweet Friend! Brenda

    • AWww, Brenda, Julie Days. How sweet! Love it! And I never know what I’m going to write about too far in advance. God is sorta funny that way. I’d like to write a whole bunch in advance, but that’s not how He works–with me anyway.

      You won’t belive it, but my mother gave me a perm at 17 months. She swears I saw a commercial about a Tonette perm and begged for one.

      What memories we both have, you and me, and our hair stories. Thank you, my friend. And I’m grinning from ear to ear.

  9. Because my mama had 3 daughters, I’m sure the short pixie cut hair was a defense mechanism so we could all get out the door to school on time. Without fail, every spring I’d have my too-straight hair whacked off. Without fail, every fall I knew it was time for school when I could finally get the strands long enough to pass beneath my nose.

    I rebelled when I went to college — I grew my hair down to my waist! (& it’s not been above my shoulders since…)

    • Ohhhh, I love it, Melody! Hair down to your waist!!!! And you have to have the dreaded pixie every spring. 🙁 🙁 I only had it that one terrible time.

      Blessings, my friend. Loved your post about sweet potatoes! xoxoxoxo

  10. And there’s one other truth that is ALMOST always true: hair grows back, something I remember even now when I get a haircut that is not to my liking. Most things in life change if we just give them time. I’ll bet that hair did, and I know you did as you grew up…you became the woman God knew was in there all along…short bangs and pixie cut and all. Love you!

  11. Love your words, as always, B.J. And I love you too!!! xoxo

    Enjoyed chatting earlier~

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