I’ve invited my amazing friend, Aliza, to write on here today. Aliza and I met four short months ago at the summer camp we were both working at. She is an amazing person, she loves other so deeply and is so in love with Jesus that it inspires you to love him more. She has blessed me in so many ways and I hope today she will bless you as well!
You don’t forget the first time a boy calls you beautiful.
You don’t realize until years later that when he was whispering those words, he was permanently engraving them deep within you.
You don’t perceive the power those handful of syllables have. Before he tells you, he looks at you, causing your face to flush red down to your toes. You half wonder if he’s aware of how he makes you blush. You don’t comprehend what’s happening. You don’t think. You just watch him while he says this to you.
I think you’re beautiful.
You lean into how you’re feeling: you’re a wildflower, freshly plucked. You’re a dainty ballerina. You’re a fuzzy Polaroid picture, the edges blurred, still in the midst of focusing.
You are feminine and beauty. Of course you are — he just said so himself.
You do? You think I’m beautiful?
The stuttered question comes out before you can stop it, and you turn your face down shyly, away from him. You want him to think you confident, not insecure.
So then he’s grasping your chin with his long fingers, turning your face back up to look into his eyes. He repeats what he told you before. Surely if he’s said the words a second time, he must believe it.
I do. I think you’re beautiful.
You don’t forget the first time a boy calls you beautiful. You don’t forget the way your stomach swarmed warmly inside, or the lightness of your feet as you whisked yourself from him. You don’t forget, even after the day has ended and the season has changed and you don’t see one another anymore.
The power of his words — they changed everything for you.
Years later, when you finally understand that what the boy said about you doesn’t determine your identity, you think about someone else’s words.
You often forget how Jesus calls you beautiful. You often forget his fingertips that formed yours, his breath that sits in your lungs, his love that whispers: I think you’re beautiful. I do. I think you’re beautiful.
He’s not simply a boy who makes you blush, or turns you shy, or calls you pretty. He’s the Poet who created the universe. The Artist who made you worthy. The Writer who authored the story you’re living.
And he calls you beautiful.
So you lean back and breathe, his love filling you deeper than anyone else’s ever could.
You close your eyes. You’re not stuttering anymore.
Do you think so, Jesus?
He’s strong and mighty and precious and tender. And he loves you. You begin to cry from the tenderness of it all.
I do. I think you’re beautiful.
Then he wipes your lovely tears and you remember when he called you beautiful.
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6 thoughts on “When He Calls You Beautiful … by Aliza Latta”
All women need this .
The holiness of it .
Thank you! I think so too.
Aliza, this coincides beautifully with something that I watched this weekend, and wow, your writing is just beautiful.
Thank you so much, Anna!