The Mirror

Part of my life's routine includes looking at myself for short moments in my bathroom mirror.

Some days I look and see bright green eyes, an engaging smile and well-kept hair. Some days are good days.

Some days I look and see dark circles under my eyes from sleepless and stressful nights. The forced smile that I have become an expert at showing to people in an effort to hide what going through life can do to me. My stupid hair that never turns out the way I want it to, just like many friendships or personal issues in my life. Some days are bad days.

Some days I can't even get myself to look at the mirror, knowing what I will find there. I brush my teeth and wash my face while staring into the porcelain bowl of my sink, which reflects only a blurry, hidden image of myself.

Some days I don't even make it into the bathroom, needing to avoid that mirror altogether.

But everyday I hold in my heart that God doesn't care what I see in that mirror, whether it's good or bad. God knows who I am, because He created me to be this way, and He loves me. He wouldn't have me any other way.

No matter what that mirror tells me, God has already made up His mind. He made up his mind before I even existed.

He loves me.