Edith is Beautiful
Friday, August 21, 2009 - Comments 3
We’ve invited Megan Petock who began the Unbranded Beauty Project and is currently working with Mercy Ships in West Africa to write for the True Campaign. Read on for a moving story of beauty and redemption.
“Am I beautiful?” 13-year-old Edith wondered, as she slowly lifted a hand-held mirror to eye level.
The bulky tumor which had overtaken her face was gone – removed by a doctor at a local hospital. For days, the surgical site had lain hidden under a covering of gauze and tape. But now, the bandages were off. The hospital staff had told her she would be beautiful after the operation. She was anxious to see how she looked.
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Otherwise Occupied
Tuesday, August 04, 2009 - Comments 3
Over three days I had big plans to inspire women with the truth that, despite the culture’s crazy fixation on appearances, God loves us exactly as we are. I’d just arrived at the mountains, to lead a weekend women’s retreat, and was preparing for the first evening together in my room. I probably should have been more prayerful during that pre-gathering window of time, but I had accessories to deal with.
I was wearing my favorite lime green glasses and cutie green earrings I’d bought on the drive to the retreat. I tossed on a funky necklace I’d made from yummy green beads that had a white spiral swirl in the middle of each one, then slid my feet into shoes I’d recently gotten for my birthday. Eco-friendly, they were lime green slides and…wait for it…they had a single white swirl—like the necklace—on the side of each one. Fantastic, right? I know, I know. Wearing blue jeans and a green striped shirt, I convinced myself that I was just like every other woman who’d casually thrown on jeans and a “T” to chillax in the mountains.
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The “True Tune” story…
Monday, July 27, 2009 - Comments 4
The “True Tune” story…
I had always dreamed of being a rock star. OK, not exactly a rock star in the way that many of you (younger) readers might think of one, but one in the Amy Grant mold. Cause she was the coolest when I was growing up and I was quite sure I was going to be just like her one day.
Long story short, in my early twenties I moved to Nashville, met with all the right people, and planned a big showcase. The night of the show there was a line out the door and down the street. All the who’s who were there. It was the absolute perfect night, the perfect setting, the perfect audience to witness what was sure to become the biggest, um, FLOP they had seen in a while.
I have lots of very good reasons for why things went wrong. But none of them can make up for the fact that in the eyes of everyone in the room, I was no closer to being the next Amy Grant than the millions of other wannabees swarming Nashville in those days.
The next day, no one would return my calls. It was over. My dream, which seemed so possible a mere 24 hours earlier, had vanished. And with it went my pride. My confidence. My flawed yet very real understanding of who I was.
In fact, I was so humiliated by the experience that I actually shut my mouth and stopped singing for nearly a decade.
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