I looked in the mirror today, and I saw a girl; bruised, battered and broken from the pain of abuse.
I looked in the mirror today, and I saw a teen; lost and alone with eyes too old for a child so young.
I looked in the mirror today, and I saw a young lady; trying to navigate her way through life even though it seems to get harder at every turn.
I looked in the mirror today, and I saw a woman; drowning in despair, trying to let go of the hurt and heartache, so she doesn’t hurt others.
I looked in the mirror today, and I saw a wife; she feels incomplete because there are no children around her table to call her “mummy”.
I looked in the mirror today, and I saw a mother; carrying the scars of her mother and her mother’s mother on her back, in her heart and soul. I see a mother trying to break generational curses, so her daughter doesn’t go through what she went through. I see a mother trying not to repeat the mistakes of her mother, trying to love as wholesomely as she can but she doesn’t understand the language called love.
I looked in the mirror today, and what I saw would bring anyone to their knees.
I couldn’t bear to look my past in the eye, to look at my failures when it seemed like every other woman was thriving. I wasn’t envious of them, no. I just felt inadequate.
Then God whispered to me just as I turned away, He said; Chris, look again. And I did.
And with God’s eyes I could see
God sees his favourite daughter (yes, you) hurting and lonely, searching for love in all of the wrong places. He’s drawing close to you but you need to accept him. God wants you to know that you are loved by him, you are seen by him, you are heard by him.
You see yourself as damaged goods but God sees the beauty he can work out from the unspeakable tragedies in your life.
You feel lost and lonely, but God sees that his daughter needs to find herself in him. God wants you to ask him for directions. He has aligned things for you but he won’t, can’t move until you do.
God sees you carrying the burden of trauma, and he wants you to drop it. Yes it’s hard, but you need to drop it. Don’t let your trauma keep you hostage in yesterday’s pain. Drop it all at his feet and let him heal you from the nightmares that keep you up at night. In his eyes, you are whole, you are pure, you are made new.
You see yourself as not good enough; not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not tall enough… God looks at you and he sees you whole, complete, nothing missing or broken, fearfully and wonderfully made. He calls you chosen.
God sees you crying out to him, but he wants you to sing, to lift your hands and praise.
You’re drowning in the depths of your despair, but God wants you to cast it all upon Him and leave it at His feet.
You see darkness, God sees light.
To every woman out there reading this; look deeper. Sometimes we’re so easily moved by the surface things that we forget who we are. What words are you speaking over yourself? whose voice do you hear, the world’s or God’s?
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
What is it you have in your hands that you refuse to give to God?
You are a plan from God’s thought, released into the earth.
You are a book about to be written.
You were not created to worry.
Let God be God.
God’s moral fingerprints reside in you.
Give God the capacity to pour into you.
Don’t ever forget your divine origin.
Love in a way that is free. 💕
And remember, you may not know what tomorrow holds, but you know who holds tomorrow, and He happens to hold your hand. ❤
To whole women,
may we be them, may we know them and may we raise them.