Friday, December 6, 2013

FMF: Reflect

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What looks back at you?

What looks back at you when you catch a glimpse as you pass the mirror, the store-front window, the shiny red ornament hanging from the Christmas tree branch?

There you are, your physical form, etched with time.  The lines on around your mouth, reflections of days you've laughed.  The wisps of lines around your eyes, snapshots of the days you cried.  Maybe the gray hairs that have crept in, evidence not just of age, but of the hardness of this life.  The fears, the pain, the anxiety.

We are human, and as such, time tells its story through us, through our shape and our lines and our coloring.  Flushed cheeks of rose from excitement, pale pallor from depression, or baked by the sun of inexperience or forgetfulness.

What looks back at you when you catch a glimpse as you pass the mirror, the store-front window, the shiny red ornament hanging from the Christmas tree branch?

There you are, your spiritual form, etched with time.  The heartache, the joy, all of it, has left you marked, some like cute freckles and others like deep stab wounds you don't know how you survived.

But as you see, as you reflect on these shapes before you, there is One greater than how life has defined you.  One greater that came in the form of a child, wrapped in make-shift blankets in a make-shift bed.  One greater who had a mother who was caught unaware of the plans God had for her.

...I write this after my little girl's dairy allergy got the best of her tonight, after throwing a once-white, but then heavily soiled blanket into the laundry.  Deeply stained.  But as I pull it out of the washing machine, shaking the folds loose, I see the stains have gone and all that reflects back to me is a glorious white.  Not a stain in sight.  Completely recovered and restored.  Not one mark.

And this is what the baby boy in that make-shift bed with the make-shift blanket and the make-shift parents (because aren't we all, on some level?) does with our marks and stains and lines that time has told.  With Him, we are completely recovered.  Restored.

Not one mark.

(Full disclosure: I got a little caught up in the post and lost track of time.  Oops!)

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
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3 comments :

  1. Thanks for this reminder, Jen. Good words. On a side note, I share your daughter's pain with having a dairy allergy, or at least I used to be more affected. I enjoy your writing!

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  2. Jen, this reminds me of the verse in Isaiah I read (just last night!), "Come let us reason together, tho' our sins be as scarlet they shall become white as snow.'

    What a beautiful post--I especially like the line about 'makeshift parents'--because, we all are....leaning on Jesus to parent our kids, no matter their age.

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  3. Dear Jen
    Yes, life has a way of writing stories in our hearts that tell themselves through our eyes. But how I rejoice with thankfulness that the Light of Jesus living closer to us than we do ourselves, who totally outshines them all!
    Blessings XX
    Mia

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