It
has been one of those days when I look in the mirror and wonder who is looking
back at me.
Has
that happened to you?
I actually don’t spend much time looking in
the mirror. I use minimal make up and am
blessed with hair that needs little attention.
Surprisingly,
it is possible to put on eyeliner, mascara and hair product, and never really
look at myself…not really. Not deeply.
As
I write this, Tori the Wonder Dog is beside me. She doesn’t care how I
look. She never sees the faults.
But
I do.
And
so do others…or maybe they just feel them.
My
Uncle John is very close to passing over. I visited him for what may have been the last time today.
This
“fact of life” never gets easier. He has been quite sick, so Heaven will be a
blessing.
But
my heart, of course, breaks for my aunt and their kids.
For
this, and a few other reasons, I found myself looking closely in the mirror
this evening.
I’m
thinking about what people would say about me, if this happened to be my last
day on earth.
It
is of no matter to me if there are negative words…my concern is whether I am
currently living up to the good things people might say.
It’s
beneficial to do a little self-examination…the imminent passing of a loved one
often triggers that.
I
suppose that is natural. We are forced to consider our own mortality, and the
heartache of losing someone we have known forever.
I
also think about the tremendous privilege I have to be part of a terrific
family. Truly.
As
the only child of a single parent, I couldn’t have asked for a better extended
family.
On
days like this, when I look closely in the mirror, I want to see character that
makes the people who have gone ahead proud…and inspires those coming behind me.
I
want to be known as a person who always means what she says.
Sometimes,
my desire to be a pleaser gets ahead of me. I say Yes when I really mean Maybe.
Or
I summon my excellent managerial skills, which worked well for the 20 years I was
a small business owner or retail manager, but aren’t effective or appropriate
in “managing” relationships.
How
about you? Can you relate?
It
isn’t loving or fair, and is not the person I want to be.
I
want to be a person who radiates joy. Not happiness at every circumstance. JOY.
Sometimes
I am.
Other
times, not so much…and there are no excuses.
Everyone’s
got something, and my something is no worse.
Joy
comes from a deep, abiding relationship with Jesus. Not from circumstances.
Joy
manifests itself as strength and patience and peace.
Shame
on me for the days I am not joyful.
Mostly,
I want to be authentic.
I
want to be exactly who I am.
Not
recklessly. Not hurtfully.
But
authentically. The way God molded and wired me to be. Period.
Holding
the hand of a man I have known since birth, and knowing it may have been the
last time, reminds me of the obvious…I am finite.
My
days are numbered.
Living
with complete integrity and joy, making sure I can keep my word before I give
it, choosing authenticity over people-pleasing can’t wait.
I
have a book to write, people to love, a calling to uphold.
All
that was not present when I looked in the mirror today.
And
in the murkiness, I could see the faces of people I love who suffer because of
it.
Thank
God for new mercies every day.
Here’s
to the blessing of a new day…and the hope of forgiveness.
We will talk again tomorrow…
BP
This
is Day 18.
Beth Painter is a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.
Beth
is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and desires
come to life!
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