Do you have an inner beauty? Think about it.
I take a “beauty nap” most afternoons. But even with that and a lot of makeup and probably some cosmetic surgery, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, be a delusional beauty. However, my precious mother taught me: “Pretty is like pretty”, so I try wholeheartedly to behave myself.
We haven’t all seen people who weren’t that beautiful, but when we first met them they were absolutely beautiful and we only looked at their souls? All we saw was their smile, their personality and their behavior and attitude towards others. Beauty is a gift that develops thinking first of others and then of oneself.
When I think of inner beauty, a precious woman comes to mind. I first met her in the X-ray waiting room at St. Mary’s Hospital when my late husband was having a bone scan or something. I had to wait quite a while, and while I was waiting, I visited this lady (from Garber, I believe) who had apparently required throat or jaw surgery or had been in an accident. Anyway, it didn’t take me long to get to know her and visit her. As we visited everyone and everything, I was so impressed with how beautiful she was. She had beautiful eyes and a radiant smile (as best she could), and a delightful personality and a glorious aura. She quickly became my friend.
This lovely lady will always be in my heart for who she was and how she treated people … not just me. All I saw was her inner beauty. She was a beacon to the world with her beauty and light. I will never forget her. She was a beautiful daughter of God.
I had a teacher who inspired me in the same way. She was far from wonderful, but her inner beauty manifested itself like the sun at noon. We all loved her and she was a wonderful teacher. I think part of my love of writing is because she taught me to enjoy what I loved doing … and never stop doing it. She shared herself with all of her students and was a perfectionist about sentence structure and parts of speech. She always dressed so well and smelled so good that we forgot about her physical appearance of her. She will always be remembered for her love for her students (good and bad) but she never let anything upset her.
I remember one time when this particular teacher was trying to teach us something, and one of the students had hiccups so bad it disturbed the class. He interrupted what he was teaching and said in a stern voice: “Ruben, come here now.” He was quite shy, but he jumped up and showed up at his desk. She was about to cry and all she said was, “Well, Ruben, you don’t have hiccups anymore, do you?” She thought it was as fun as all of us, and the lesson resumed. She had a wonderful personality and we knew she loved each of us … as we loved her.
The longer I live, the more I am convinced that beauty is only the depth of the skin. It is what’s inside a person that makes them beautiful or ugly. We have no control over our appearance (we can blame our ancestors, but what is it for?), But we have all the control and choice of how we act and behave.
It seems to me that beautiful people, no matter how they “look”, are people who forget about themselves and think about other people. They are aware of their appearance but do not “lock in on themselves”. They have more important things to think about. They are not consumed with pride and have a peace over them that only God can provide.
As I well remember a trip to Galveston, Texas, to the Shrine Burn Center. We saw children who had been deliberately burned by thugs or parents, or those who had been involved in gas explosions of some kind. They were burned almost beyond recognition. We were not allowed on some floors due to the possibility of infection from their terrible burns. But we could take a look through the elevator door and see them in their loungers as happy as possible. It almost broke my heart to see them and to know what their lives would be like forever.
Those wonderful Shriners take care of them by making their life as normal as possible at no cost to families. The nurses and doctors who care for them so lovingly day in and day out have to take a break from their duties every now and then just to be able to stay positive and cheerful for those sweet babies.
We saw happy children with burned arms and / or legs. They were playing with special toys to help them learn how to use the remaining limbs. Everyone seemed happy and loved talking to us and visiting us. We came away changed forever. How can those precious and innocent children be so joyful with everything they have to deal with throughout their lives?
It is because they are accepting their destiny in life and they know they will get better. They have a deep appreciation of what they have left behind and enjoy life. We should learn a great lesson from them and swallow our pride, not thinking that we have to be perfect and beautiful to be useful in this wonderful world. God bless them all.
Don’t judge this dessert by its appearance, but by its inner beauty. It’s delicious!
Sopapilla Cheese Cake
2 cans of crescent dough
2 packs (8 ounces) cream cheese (room temperature)
1½ sugar cups (divided)
1 teaspoon of vanilla
Spread a can of dough on the bottom of a 9 x 13 inch pan. Mix the cream cheese, ¾ cup of sugar and vanilla together and spread evenly over the crescent dough. Cover with the other can of pasta, pinched and spread out to cover the surface of the pan.
Making the sauce:
½ cup of butter
½ teaspoon of brown sugar
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
¾ cup of sugar (the other half)
Stir the sauce in the pan and bring to a boil just enough for the sugar to dissolve. Pour over the second layer of dough. Bake for 30 minutes in the oven at 350 degrees. When it comes out of the oven, sprinkle with a little sugar / cinnamon mixture. Leave to rest for about two hours before serving. The top crust is crunchy. Once refrigerated, the top crust absorbs moisture and becomes soft.
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