She picked up the mirror and stared at her reflection.
Cold icy blue eyes stared back at her.
''Don't stare too long at anyone,'' her brother once jeered ''you might kill somebody.''
Her eyes smirked as they observed the scar below her chin, and the one above her eye.
''I love you'' her boyfriend had cried as he cradled her in his arms after smashing a glass into her face.
Her inner eye screamed at the scars that lay deep within.
Her oddly shaped lips were twisted and her facial demenour was one of that who saw another as repulsive.
''You are so ugly!'' her school friends taunted. ''So tall and lanky, and those braces!Buck teeth! Buck teeth!'' they cried. She hid her smile under tight lips.
Her cheek bones were too high, and her hair only accentuated it. She ran her hands over her short cropped hair.
''I am ugly, ugly, ugly!'' she cried.
She threw down the mirror and struggled to pull on her jeans to fit over her mishapen legs. and top and ventured out to fulfill her weekly desire.
She would hand out food to the homeless, speak to the less privileged and offer comfort to those hurting.
She was always aware that others would stare at her as she walked the streets. She hid her face under her hood and covered her lips with her hand. Her tall legs were bandy as they knocked into each other as she walked.
''Excuse me miss.'' She felt a tap on her shoulder.
A man smiled as he stared at her face. She was exquisite in her appearance. Her eyes. They were a soft warm blue, emulating a desire to be understood as they stared back at him, wide in all their innocence.
''I've been watching you for a while, and I think you are incredible.''
Her face was a small strawberry shape, nothing special, but the insouciance that she portrayed was undeniable.
''Your blue eyes hold so much warmth, and that scar under your chin helps me to recognise you.''
The man held onto his bottle and swayed. His dirt caked hands touched her cheek.
''Your heart and desire for those less fortunate is what makes you,'' he stammered.
Back at home, she stared back and saw the image of who she was truly meant to be.
''You are beautiful beyond description
Too marvelous for words
Too wonderful for comprehension
Like nothing ever seen or heard.''
Singing songs in praise to Him, we who are made in His image, exalting His name for the wonder that He is, and all that He has created.
Yet when we look at our reflections we discredit Him by making judgment at the one whom he created, because we see our selves through the eyes of somebody else.
Made in the image of the One you were made in the image of.
See Him in your reflection.
You are blessed, you are accepted, you are beautiful.