Widow's Story: Looking In The Mirror

My friend Joyce Search Coen wrote this at Easter and I wanted to pass it along to you. It's not a poem, but I centered the text so we could slow down and consider some of these lines. As the Psalms sometimes say---Selah.

 

Catching a glimpse of yourself in a reflection is totally different than looking at yourself in a mirror. 

 

 

When I get ready in the morning

I put on my makeup and do my hair and take a final look to make sure everything is just right

or as close to right as it can be for me. 

Maybe that is why so many selfies are in front of the bathroom mirror. 

 

But when I get a glimpse of myself I am taken aback.... 

If it is the reflection in a store window I sometimes jump because I see my mother. The worst is when I see my reflection in the computer screen while sitting in bed. 

Makeup off, end of day frumpy mode and I think…..

oh, my, what have you become.  

 

It is scary to see who you truly are. We often don’t want to take the time to examine our scary selves.

 

God also sees who we truly are both inside and out but He is not scared. 

He knows our potential.  

He knows our future….the end of the story.

 

To know that God loves me just as I am amazes me. The lumps and bumps and wrinkles of my outward self. The black dark corners of my inward self. And still he loves me. 

 

Yet still more amazing is that He sent Jesus to die for me, lumpy, bumpy, wrinkly, dark cornered me.
Easter is my favorite holiday of the year. 

It is at this time I cringe at the pain Christ went through on the cross for me. 

 

Once again I am humbled by what He did out of love for me. 

And again He reminds me that I am worth it; totally worth all of it.
Thank you and praise you, Lord Jesus. 

Thank you for all you have done, past, present and future. 

Thank you

for loving the scary me.

She sure speaks for me, does she say it all for you too? Express your thoughts in the comment line today, OK? Joyce and I would love to hear from you,
♥ scary ferree