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?