0 comments | published by Linda | September 04, 2011
It's different. I can brush it myself, but when she does it, it's not the same. My hair is long. As she sits beside me, she slowly brushes it over and over again.

For some reason, these moments mean something to me. She loves me. She delights in my presence. I spend my days serving and sacrificing for my kids, and when the tables turn, it comes at me so much greater. Even in the simple things.

In my pajamas, I sit with her and enjoy her tenderness. She thinks I am beautiful, a princess in her eyes. These aren't the thoughts that naturally go through my mind when I stand in front of the mirror and brush my own hair. She is a sweet reminder of His
perspective. To Him I am precious, a princess in His eyes. 

As she not only accepts me as I am, but rejoices over me, I can know who caused such love. It's a mystery, but even as a little girl, she sees me as He does. There's really no difference.

Zephaniah 3:20b
"...In His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing."
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3 comments | published by Linda | June 16, 2011
Asking if she looks okay, she pulls the bottom of her shirt down, and fidgets with how it lays across her belly. Before I could answer, she decides it's too tight and makes her look fat.

I remind her of her beauty both inside and out, but I don't think she hears me as her eyes are locked on the mirror.

How can I impress on her heart how beautiful she is whether her clothes are tight or loose? I want her to capture the view from my perspective. Better yet, to see herself through God's eyes.

As I finally convince her that her outfit is more than attractive, she moves on with her day.

I walk into my closet and am frustrated that I don't see anything that would make me feel thin. I stop.

Here I am filling her with all kinds of wisdom, yet live out the opposite. I want her to see herself through my eyes, yet what she sees is where my eyes are fixed.

Far easier for her to follow my example than my words. Where are my eyes locked? She is watching.
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0 comments | published by Linda | June 06, 2011
You would think if they wanted to sell a swim suit, they would put more consideration toward the dressing room. It seems the cheaper stores couldn't care less. With the florescent lighting, and bright white walls, there is simply no mercy.

Much more enjoyment can be found at the classier shops. The magic of dIm lights and slimming mirrors can make the purchase definite. The feelings of confidence can last all the way home until we stand back on in front of our own bathroom mirror.

Reminded of the florescent lighting, nothing is hidden, nothing appearing smaller than it actually is.

Why does it matter? What are we really looking for when we look in the mirror? Without the option to be airbrushed as we walk onto the beach, we must consider who we are trying to impress, and why does our outward appearance become paramount?

If God gave us a mirror, what do you think would be reflected? What would the lighting be? We would most definitely see our character, our hearts.  We would be looking directly at our inward qualities. Included would be our patience level, our pride, our insecurities, our joy, our anxieties, our level of love towards others, and if our spirit is gentle and at peace with Him.

Forget the slimming mirror. He sees us as we are, looking deep into our hearts. What is valued by Him is what must be important to us.  And no matter what the lighting, He has an airbrush, and there is always mercy.
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