Who Am I?

Who Am I? I know that I am a daughter, sister, friend, aunt, co-worker, cousin and niece. But who am I? Who am I when the rest of the world isn't watching? When I'm safely tucked away in my home? When I'm driving down the road? When I'm scared and alone? Who am I when it feels like the world is closing in?

I am the girl who makes up crazy little songs and sings them to my dog while doing housework, working on the computer, or lying in bed praying for sleep to gently wash over me. I am the woman who turns into a little girl while playing hangman with her nieces while waiting for dinner to be served at the restaurant. I am the woman, longing for a love and a family of her own. I am the daydreamer, who builds castles in the clouds while my feet tread upon the reality of this earth. I am the lost soul who hungers and thirsts for living water. I am His creation, beautifully formed by my Master's hands. Every curve of my face, every hair on my head, from the color of my eyes to the length of my fingers...fearfully and wonderfully made.

Lest I forget who I am...He seeks to remind me each day. With the gentle songs of the birds, the brush of wind across my face, the dance of the leaves in the trees...through it all he whispers to me, "You are more lovely than any of these. You are my very heart embodied in flesh and bone. There is no one else like you. No one else who can fulfill the purpose and plans I have for you. Look at yourself through My Eyes...see yourself as I see you." He loves me in spite of myself. He loves me unconditionally, passionately and with so great a love that He gave His life for me. I did nothing to deserve it. I stand and I fall so many times. How can He not just leave me in my heap upon the floor as I lay there for the 40th time after tripping on life, yet again. Why does He stay, gently lifting me again to my feet, steadying me and carrying me forward with Him once again? I do not deserve it...and yet...

...I don't remember this mirror being here. Where did it come from? How long has it been here? I reach out to gently touch the shiny surface, amazed at the beauty of the frame and the clearness of my image. My image...I gasp...and step closer. This cannot be...I am not that beautiful. Yet in this mirror, the image I see reflected is my image as He shines through me. Such beauty is astounding. And amazing. Who knew that this could be who I am? Only the Father, with His Potter's hands knew that this was who I was and who I was meant to be.

"Father God, help me to see myself and others through your loving eyes. To see who you created us to be and not who we currently see in our own stained and broken mirror. Help us to see the beauty of Your creation in us. That we are uniquely and wonderfully created by You, for You and for Your good pleasure. Help us to remember that You want the very best for us....even in the midst of trials and heartache. That you want us to continue to grow and seek you in all that we do. Help us to love each other as well as ourselves as deeply and completely as You love us. And help us to see ourselves and each other, through Your eyes of love. In Jesus' name, amen."