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Do you like what you see in the mirror?

Do you like what you see in the mirror?

When you look in a mirror do you like what you see?  Do you see someone who is attractive?   Do you see what is there?  Or do you see what isn’t there?

Do you think, “I wish my nose was thinner like my sisters’ nose.  I wish my chin was bigger like my brothers.  My hair is thinning at the temples. I wish I had thick hair like my friend.  I wish my neck was longer. I wish my eyes were a different color. I wish I didn’t have to wear glasses. I wish I was taller.”

When I look in the mirror, I see someone who is really 5′ 6 and 3/4 inches tall. I have always written 5 feet 7 inches  on medical forms for my height. I wrote down the extra quarter of an inch, because I wanted to be taller.

I see someone with a small chin. I wanted my dads chin, not my moms. I see gray hair on top of my head.  I notice fewer hairs at my part line. I wish I had my friends thick hair.  My eyes are brown, or green depending on what I wear. I have wished I had been given different eyes, eyes that did not need glasses. I have wished that I could sing on key.

I know that God made me. I have read the bible verse about being fearfully and wonderfully made. I quote it to friends, and I write the verse in hand-made baby cards. But, I don’t think the verse applies to me. I think God must have made a mistake when he made me. Sort of like a production line where not all the goods are well made. The factory seconds are sold at the outlet stores. I am a second.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. Psalm 139:14

King David praised God and respected his creator.  God had a plan when he made King David. He had a plan when he made you.

God had a plan when he made me. He wanted me to be this height.  He made me to be 5′ 6 and 3/4 inches tall. I am not as tall as my friend Barbara, but I am the right size for me. He gave me my voice.  I don’t sing on stage on Sundays, but I sing  with joy in the audience. God gave me by ability to draw and to create.  My eyes need glasses, but I can see to create with them. God likes my chin, it is the right size for my face. He wanted me to have brown eyes, they match my hair.  I don’t have thick hair, but I have my hair. God knows how many hairs are on my head, he knows I would go gray.  I like the gray, it is honest.

And honestly, I like who I see in the mirror. I just have to remember to be thankful. I have to remember that God doesn’t make mistakes. There are no factory seconds.

You are fearfully and wonderfully made.  So am I.

About Pamela Hodges

My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.

You are an artist. Yes, you are. Really.

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