We’ve all heard the line, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all, from the wickedly vain queen in Snow White.  And many of us have had problems with what we see reflected there.

So, let’s get the physical out of the way first.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and  knit me together in my mother’s womb.  Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!  Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.  You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.  You saw me before I was born.  Every day of my life was recorded in your book.  Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed (Psalm 139:13-16).  There you have it; God made you to be perfect.  But perfect in His sight…