“Which would you rather be if you had the choice–divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?”–Lucy Maud Montgomery.
Humour the thought for a moment. Say you could remain where you are in the other two, which would you choose? Which would I choose?
Divinely beautiful? I’d never call myself ugly. I think I’d fall into the ‘average and does well with what she has’ category, or so I’d like to think. I’ve always wanted to be thinner, have fewer blemishes, and figure out how to tame my curly hair. Of course I want to be beautiful.
But divine? You see, I’m afraid that if I were movie-star, red-carpet beautiful, people wouldn’t treat me the same. They’d be distracted by my face… or my boobs. And I’d rather be thought of as ‘me’ than hot.
So, not that one. Though if anyone knows how to tame curly hair…
Okay, how about dazzlingly clever. Now this has real appeal, because I have a bit of a complex about being smart. I remember crying in high school because I couldn’t get my marks up just a couple percent so I could graduate with honours. Well, if I hadn’t been taking Advanced Physics and Calculus, maybe I would have been fine! My parents weren’t making me take those, I was!
I just wanted to be smart.
My hardest course in college was history. The prof had a reputation for writing brutal exams, and wouldn’t hesitate to fail someone. I was determined to ‘beat him’. I studied a solid eight hours for the exam and woke up thinking ‘history!’ I walked into class, was handed the exam and realized I knew all the answers. I sat there, vibrating going ‘I got this!’ When I got the exam back in my mailbox with the 100% on the front, I sank to the floor and shouted “Yes!”
If I was genius wouldn’t I be able to do that all the time?
Oh, but that would be too easy. I wouldn’t have to fight for it. It’s the fight that makes it a good story.
Well, not that one I guess.
Angelically good. Oh, this one strikes close to the heart. I wish I were good. I wish I no longer struggled with pride, impurity, lack of self-control, malice. I wish could say that I’d never, ever hurt someone again.
Could I be angelically ‘good’?
But in the end, I can be none of these things and I don’t need to be. I am who I am, by God’s grace, and designed exactly for the spot I’m in.
And so are you.
So, which did you pick? Let me know. Perhaps none of those three appealed? How about ‘outrageously athletic’ or ‘divine singer’ or ‘fantastic cook’. Oooh. Now there’s a thought.