I was about to hide all the bad photos of me that were taken in the past.
I thought of my physical ugliness which brought a superficial sort of shame.
I thought of this new chapter of life and the new people it brought; they didn't need to know what I looked like when I was, in social standards, ugly.
I clicked on the settings button on Facebook but hesitated.
There really isn't a need for that, is there...
There really is no need to hide.
If I did, it would imply that my boast today consists of Christ and something else, my average, non-ugly looks.
If I did, it would mean I actually care to an unhealthy extent what I look like on the outside.
What I used to look like on the outside really reflected what I used to look like on the inside.
I was a monster, and Christ saved me; if that can be my boast--and my only boast--I would bring glory to my loving Savior.
Yes, it may bug me that she often quotes who I used to be to magnify my flaws and overlook His grace.
Yes, it may prick a little, thinking that anyone on Facebook is able to have access to my ugliness.
But altogether it is worth it.
He is worthy, and no price I pay can compare to the one He paid.
I have nothing to hide, because I have only Him to boast of.
I don't mind looking ugly, if it means making Him look good.
