Loss of Beauty–Beautiful to Me

One of the most difficult things about aging is the loss of beauty.

The Old Gray Mare ain’t what she used to be, Matilda!

The cosmetic industry is quite lucrative—just ask any cosmetologist.  And that’s because as human beings we tend to strive for perfection.  We’ll pay for perfection.  If we see a zit on the end of our noses, we work to make it go away.  If we see laugh lines, we grab the cold cream.  It’s in our nature to fix our flaws.

Have you read Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo?  I bought eight copies over Christmas to give to family and friends.  I love what a little boy related to his parents about what he saw in heaven after he nearly died from a sickness. For example, he saw his grandfather while in heaven, but after he recovered, he didn’t recognize his grandfather in the family photo album until someone showed little Colton a picture of his grandfather as a young man.  “That’s him!”

So one of the benefits of living forever in heaven is that regardless how or when you died, your youth is renewed and there is never another pain or tear or disability.  Loss of beauty?  Don’t sweat it!

Glory awaits us on the other side!

If you have asked Jesus to forgive you of your sins and invited him to be your God, you’ve connected yourself with God in a future home in heaven.  You’re headed directly for the fountain of youth!  Your beauty will return, only this time you will experience a terrific beauty enhancement—the glory of God! Now that’s a face lift you can get happy about! And it all started at the cross.  I want to share with you the words to a song I wrote about Jesus—well, I wrote it to Jesus.  I’ve sung this song in various worship services and people pause to think about it.  They ask me questions.  Was Jesus beautiful on the cross?  He was beaten, bruised, bloody, and broken. But he hung there to bring me into his family and to bring me home to heaven and so He’s beautiful to me.  I hope He’s beautiful to you, too.Beautiful to Me                                      

While all the people stare.Bread of life on a crossBroken just for us—you were broken just for us. But you’re beautifulYou’re beautifulYou’re beautiful to me. Your holy blood flows downBeneath a crushing crown.All your blood was spentNailing my new covenant—you are my new covenant. And you’re beautifulYou’re beautifulYou’re beautiful to me.I’m thrilled to share that there are people on this blog from Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Indonesia, Germany, Great Britain, Norway, Canada, and the United States.  More than 700 people viewed our blog today.  I can only hope that the cross was lifted high in each heart.

So don’t be shy!  Send your poem or song to seehopeatcomcast.net as soon as possible!  I’ll add pictures and You Tube links, etc. Just bring me the poem or song!

About Lift the Cross of Jesus!

My day job is writing--I'm an author and publisher of a number of books. More on that later. But there is nothing of greater importance to me than the early morning hours I spend with the Creator of the Universe. Although He knows everything there is to know, His greatest delight isn't to give us knowledge, but to give us love. My highest joy is to watch the sun rise with notebook in hand and write the words he speaks to my heart. I want to share some of those words with you here . . . words on the cross.
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6 Responses to Loss of Beauty–Beautiful to Me

  1. Wow–not sure what happened to the poem when I pressed “publish” on the site. Let’s see if I can leave it here in a reply in better order:
    Beautiful to Me

    Your body hanging there
    While all the people stare.
    Bread of life on a cross
    Broken just for us—you were broken just for us.

    But you’re beautiful
    You’re beautiful
    You’re beautiful to me.

    Your holy blood flows down
    Beneath a crushing crown.
    All your blood was spent
    Nailing my new covenant—you are my new covenant.

    And you’re beautiful
    You’re beautiful
    You’re beautiful to me.


  2. Denise Wendle says:

    I liked this article- “Loss of Beauty – Beautiful to me”. I think it is hard for us ladies to see our flesh sagging and wrinkled and to lose that youthful beauty, especially for us Southern Girls. Looking pretty was a big deal growing up. But I love that the Bible even tells us, ” Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.” That give us oldies hope 🙂

    Also this article mentions the little boy seeing the grandfather much younger. I experienced something like this in a sweet simple vision. Jeff was having some heart troubles and I was going to the hospital to see him but while I was driving to Hershey Hospital, I was also thinking about my dad, who had just died a few months earlier.Tears were streaming down my face and I just sort of mumbled a prayer to God. ” I just wish, Lord, that I knew that my dad was happy” Later that night while staying with Jeff in the hospital, I dosed off briefly in the chair. I had this short dream or vision, hard to tell the difference.
    In this dream, my dad comes rolling into the hospital room with a mischievous grin, like he had just stolen this wheel chair from the nurses station because he didn’t need it. And he looked so much younger and full of life. Maybe like forty. He was 85 when he died. No more thin emaciated looking face. No more stooped over shoulders. He had this wide grin and put out his arms to give me a big hug. In the dream I am asking the nurse, “Is this real? Is he really there?” And when I went to give him a hug, he disappeared and I woke up. It was God’s sweet answer to my sad mumbled prayer, “I wish I knew my dad was happy”. Now i KNOW he is and that he is full of life and glory is shining on his face from being in the presence of the Lord.


    • Oh, wow, Denise! You blew in here with a breath of fresh air! I love the way God stooped down into that hospital room and comforted you. And I know your dad is happy you can remember him this way and not sick or stooped. I had the sweet privilege of seeing my dad, who’s now in heaven, in a dream as well. He got to keep his full head of white hair, but his body was like a man 30 to 40 years of age, his step was sure, and JOY all over his face. And this is funny, but he had his real teeth back. He had dentures for years, but that stood out to me.

      I wonder if anyone else had a dream of a loved one who passed on to eternity?

      THANK YOU for sharing!


      • I feel like I need to add this before I break away from these compelling responses. I saw my dad a couple of times in dreams. Each time my dad’s face was full of light and glory. Hard to describe. He was “all lit up” with joy but also simply glowed with the light that comes from God.


  3. Beautiful reminder. I’ve been thinking how my view of the beauty of Christ is enlarged in times of discomfort. Having moved — and being out of my comfort zone — I’m forced to look for Jesus in the midst of tremendous differences. And of course, He is here and more beautiful than I could have known without the struggle.


  4. BillieJo, I’m glad to hear from you. In heaven (and in the kingdom of God here on earth) we increase from glory to glory. That’s just the way it goes. I believe we’re in for a huge welcome and enormous surprise when we all meet again in heaven. I wonder if we’ll get a little “Lift Jesus Cross” get together? We have eternity to plan it. : )


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