Please… Please read this, Whether or not you feel that this can relate to you, because I feel that something needs to be said, not from me but from God to you. This was written by me, guided by God.
“A Letter To Women”: By Daniel Filippov
“Stop it! Stop comparing yourself to countless girls that surround you in nearly every direction you go, one step left, one step to the right, run straight or backwards, there’s nowhere to go, and here comes another shaming and damaging blow, not physically but mentally and emotionally because of the physical beauty that they supposedly show, You see that their eye’s are perfectly blue or shaded with refreshing greens, or shining with shards of yellow or glints of hazel beams, You see possibly their doll like-porcelain skin, evenly blushed, unbelievably smooth, and now you try not to think–your spirit crushed, they all seem like coveted goddesses in comparison to this plain undistinguished self… You. Buts that’s not only it, their proportioned bodies so attractively shaped, toned like those of ancient roman sculptures too long ago, nothing imperfect, not even one mistake, a diamond, and yours—truly human, nothing worth chasing after, feeling less valuable than the earth’s innumerable grains of sand and pale stones, disaster, only wreckage of disaster, that’s as far as beauty you can see in your flesh and bones. Nothing a man would find strength to stop for, and in speechless awe…admire. Nothing a man would give his precious time, dedicating it to loving you with a smoldering passion and fire. Nothing, nothing… He would faithfully treasure and not even one other woman with His mind, sinfully marry.
Please… stop it. I beg you.
You’re so unmistakably beautiful… more than you could ever begin to know. Not! Because of the earthly flesh you learn to so flawlessly carry, nor because of the unquestionable masterpiece you’ve trained yourself to brush with an artist’s touch upon your face. Not! Because of the burning emotions you so easily extinguish and shamefully bury… just so you can fool yourself in believing they’re fully erased. You’re so unmistakably beautiful… more than your flesh could ever begin to show. Not! Because someone fills your vulnerabilities with the taste of the sweetest words your ears have never heard, nor because of the sensual and brand-expensive clothing that, if rightfully exposed, draws empty lustful attention from the men your heart dances frantically around most. Not! Because of the way you skillfully sway your maturing hips, nor the fullness of your chest. Not! Because of all the different hues of nail polish with a brush, dipped, can shine like crushed gems on rested surfaces or can express deep bloody red coats revealing classic grace…. It’s not the tangible thickness of your hair, or its impeccable sheen, its not the textures and how they feel like the earth, the air and everything in between. It’s not your smile crystal-like…perfectly aligned, not one single trace of coffee stain or sweetened shame, no signs.
Can’t you see, Yes… it’s okay to have the unbreakable desire, to physically be: beautiful, indescribably lovely, full of a radiance that burns brighter than the blazing sun and its inescapable fire, it’s so human of you as a creation of God, to wish to be distinguished in all these woman abroad.
Can’t you see, that you’re unmistakably beautiful and unspeakably lovely, because you formed out of the breathing magnificent essence of beauty that sprinkles the sky with tints of fire, and basks oceans with the dazzling reflections of sapphires—God.
It’s because of that unnoticeable laugh you try to control when it springs from your heart, not your mind, but your unique feminine soul. It’s because of the priceless tears that like rivers flow freely as you give into the heaviness of your emotions and you run to His feet with inspiring devotion. It’s because of the peaceful tenderness that slips from your firm yet silky hands, as you walk up to a lost broken child and with loving arms protect him from attacks of fear and danger-right there where He quivering, stands. It’s because of the femininity that only flourishes as it is watered by clouds of years and of age, and there is nothing like it because with it the whole world can change, as you blossom from a miniscule bud to a flowering rose, godly spirit untamed. It’s because of the costly perfume you spilled beneath His living presence in the stories of old, even wiping His dirtied feet with the strands of your hair, beauty untold… such beauty that no money can be or of which can be sold. It’s because of the strength of your priceless soul, which being second nature, can withstand the darkest of days and Satan with all of His manipulative and destructive ways as you fall on your knees, pleading and fighting, knowing that all you need is God alone. Beauty is who you are, when you ultimately shatter before God, imperfections unhidden crumbling at His glorious feet, raising your heavy-burdened hands though they’re frozen from the heaviness they bring, and give your body, flesh and soul as a intimate offering to the one and only who will bleed real beauty in order to make you whole.
No one can begin to even explain what you are worth… because you were masterfully created by the majestic hands of heaven, not by the hands of sinful men on this tainted earth”
Stop listening to what others believe is beauty and remember that all was formed in the beginning by God, and if God’s spirit resides within you, then that is where beauty will flourish and flow like a raging river from, not from your physical flesh but from the deeply carved mirror embedded with precious stones of bloody love, unbridled mercy, and unspeakable grace, reflecting from the unknown depths of your soul, where no refining makeup, grand jewelry or seductive curves could ever go. Start comparing your breathing and beating spirit, feed it daily, exercise its God-given femininity, and wear its uplifting words.
