As I stood in the mirror, I traced every curve and groove on my body from head to toe. I saw my body and only thought how beautiful it was.
As I walked closer to the mirror, I saw fog repeatedly pressing against it, then fading away. I looked into my eyes and I saw my past telling a story right in front of me. I saw my scars, and I couldn’t cover them. I looked in the mirror and I saw every single setback and disappointment.
The above is the beginning of a blog that began with these words a year ago. My past created the woman I saw in the mirror. It’s funny how the past and present merge together. Growing allows your perspective to shift. I don’t look at myself the same way I did only a year ago…
I looked in that same mirror today.
I saw hope and patience.
I saw tears but this time, they were full of joy.
I saw my convictions.
I the foundation to a gentle and kind spirit.
I still saw my flaws, but I called them beautiful.
I saw the young woman longing for a closer connection with God,
yearning to be made better;
yearning to be a godly example.
I saw the woman who practices being slow to anger; who seeks understanding;who never really wanted to “fit” into the crowd.
I saw my heart.
I now understand that I was once standing stand too close to the mirror to see what God sees in me.
