Well, I haven’t really had a lot in my life happen lately that could relate directly to my themes of obedience, submission and trust, but maybe with some of my life’s related issues in a week or so, I will. More on that later. For now, another poem. This one I wrote to remind myself that, as a woman, wanted or not, admired or not, rejected or praised, I am beautiful to God and my search for Him makes me something to be hold and something worthwhile in His eyes. Egads, that makes me tear up as I write this. Anyway, here you are. Apparently some folks like these things. Thanks to Jesus, there’s a lot more where it comes from, I guess. I hope this can inspire some girls to remember that their beauty rests in their salvation in Jesus and the beauty and grace His love bestows upon their hearts.
THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR
The girl in the mirror is not lavender and sweet spices;
She is not the cologne to be sprayed upon the neck of
Another strange man
And to be whisked away at the will of the wind
And dissipated in the summer breeze.
She is not a flower that perks up in a pot upon your windowsill,
Dewdrop tears rolling down the petals of her face
As the rain drenches her and the sun sucks life from her roots.
The girl in the mirror is not a book to be read,
A philosophy to be studied or lived by
Nor a timeless sculpture recreated by millions.
She is a shell,
An awkward and gangly thing
With protruding hips and an unmatched profile,
Hiding a soul.
A soul that El Shaddai calls his own.
A fire that burns through the eyes
So much that they brown from the heat
Of the passion He created.
A soul that longs to be loved and admired,
To be kissed,
But most of all,
To see Him and follow Him when she is lost and hurt,
Lost in a sea of discontent
And staring back
At the girl in the mirror.
