I don’t know about you, but my mirror doesn’t always reflect what I’d like to see. I’m getting older, 50 plus, (actually way plus!) and what used to be curvy now sags a bit, firm flesh has turned fatty, lines serve as a depressing reminder: you’re not a kid anymore kiddo.
I look in the mirror, my looking glass, and see flaws, mistakes, frailties. I judge what I see as imperfect and compare myself to the women in my life and come up woefully short. I want to be noticed for my appearance. I want youth and beauty and to be all InStyle says I should be.
Don’t we all? Don’t we look in the mirror, vainly wanting more, judging what’s missing rather than seeing ourselves as God sees us, ‘fearfully and wonderfully made’? There’s an easy-to-miss statement in the bible. “He made the laver of bronze and it’s base of bronze, from the bronze mirrors of the serving women who assembled at the door of the tabernacle of meeting.” Exodus 38:8. Moses took the women’s mirrors, melted them down and turned them into a washbasin for the priests.
Beauty in the Broken
Today’s Grace
My mom has always told me I have ‘hard feet’. Not soft and lovely with long pretty toes but hard and dry and easily calloused. She said it’s because of my heritage. Not sure which since I have Scottish, Irish, French, French Canadian and American Indian but it’s one of those I guess. It bothers …
Answered Prayer but not the Way I Thought
Edward Albee, the playwright, said something years ago that’s always stuck in my head. “Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.“ I could never understand it because I heard it before I’d lived it. Now? I understand perfectly. I learned the hard way that …
Chemo, a Shaved Head and knowing He is Enough
…As the chemo drips and her hair comes out in clumps and she begs for the thorn to be removed, He whispers, “My grace is sufficient.” As life comes at her harder than she ever bargained for He says, “I am the way, the truth and the life.” His fragrance permeates all our lives as she lifts up His name and makes it bigger than her problem, bigger than her pain, bigger than her hair.
When God Allows What He Could Prevent
Last Saturday, Mike and I were driving home from Atlanta and as I read the first sentence of an email, I inhaled so sharply at the shocking words I scared my poor husband to death! It was completely involuntary because the news was that difficult. I sat there stunned and heartbroken at the words not even knowing how to respond. I have no touchstone for this. I thought I knew God’s ways but I don’t understand how this happened. There was so much prayer and faith, and belief.