Mirror Mirror, On the Wall...

How many times in a day do we look in the mirror? Or any kind of reflection? I probably look too often. Isn't it curious how you can see different things when you look though? Maybe you look one day and you think "nah. Today is not a good face day" Or just. Whatever. And the next you're like "Wowie! Steppin' out lookin' FRESH to DEATH" (I don't actually think that. It makes my brain laugh when I say it in my head.) 

I've always looked in the mirror and saw myself, whoever that might have been at the time. 

What if you looked in the mirror once though, and saw something you never expected to see. 

I get told that I look like my cousins a lot. That I look like my aunt. But I looked in the mirror and I saw my mom. I saw her beautiful eyes, sparkling at me. Her soft smile. I don't know what it was, but I was taken so off guard. I was glowing. A beauty I have never seen before (in myself) I looked like my mom. I saw her in my face. I can't pin point what features (Except eyes and smile) but wow. She is so beautiful. I saw that. It was honestly the most amazing thing ever. 

Then it kinda just hit me. 

My mom is an actual, physical part of me. I will have her with me, always. No matter where I go or what I do. I don't have to say her name for her to be a part of the conversation. I don't have to tell you about her for you to know who she is, because (I hope) I portray her. I hope I'm like her. Not just in physical attributes, but in the way I present myself, the way I speak. My humor. My work ethic. (my parents share that) My drive, my ambition. My mom is my best friend, and I've been told so many times that you are who you hang with. I hope that's true in this case. All elements of me. My dad is too! I just don't see him when I look at myself. 

I see him when I'm outside and my muscles flex. I see him when I know something about trucks or tires, or when I am able to confidently present myself during public speaking. I see him when I am changing pipe alone. I feel so strong, and I know its my dads push that made me strong. Or when I drive a stick shift. I wouldn't have even tried to learn (I don't think) if not for my dad. 

I kept dwelling on this. About how my mom is such a real part of me. People get to know who my mom is, simply by knowing me.

God is a part of me in the same regard. I should be teaching people who God is, just by being who I am. I want people to look at me, and see Him. There should be a family resemblance. After all, He made me.  His kindness, unconditional love, His wisdom, Him. I strive to be like God. to have grace like Jesus. So that people look at me and know.



This blog was more to make you think, and maybe look more at what you are and who you are than the blemishes on your skin (I will be the first to admit that I focus primarily on the blemishes on my skin). Why would I call myself ugly if I think my mother is the most beautiful woman on earth, and I look in the mirror and see her? Does that make sense to anyone? That's like calling your twin ugly. 


Just think about it. Message me with any thoughts you have, or leave them in the comments!!! Your comments make my day brighter, every time. Thank you!