Mirrors are a funny thing. A Fun House of Mirrors have special mirrors that distort your appearance. It’s there for fun. You walk through and see yourself big or small or twisted. You have a good laugh because you know you don’t look like that.
I look at myself and I’m not always pleased with my appearance. I wish I was thinner. I wish my hair wasn’t as frizzy. I wish many things. Not all of it has to do with things that are visible.
When Tom looks at me he sees beauty. I know this because he tells me how beautiful I am everyday of our lives. When I call he answers, “Hello beautiful.” He’ll randomly ask, “How’s my pretty girl doing?” He tells me he loves me everyday.
So whose mirror is distorted? Mine or his?
When God looks at me, He sees the beautiful woman he created. He sees the child that is precious and dear to His heart. He sees the person He thought worthy enough to send His son to die for.
God is good. He loves me. Period.
© Nadine Zawacki 2009