Self portraits are narcissistic, but sometimes sisters aren't cooperative, parents aren't photogenic, and no one wants to see another picture of my dog. Sometimes I've got to look to myself for inspiration. In myself I see: depth and shadow in my face, scared eyes seeking courage, and lips that are shy to smile. But, "Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile." - Mother Teresa
I hope that after someone has spent time with me they know they are loved & valuable, and have glimpsed the kingdom of God. I am so far from this, but each day I lift those eyes to God and pray for the corners of those lips to be tilted upward. In my weakness, I pray to be a reflection of the one who created me. I believe hearts like mine can change. God can move mountains, after all.
January is devoid of inspiration, when you're trying to take pictures. The trees are bare and our faces are pale and we feel oppressed.
But I know there's joy in winter, we've just got to look harder!
This week I:
laughed so hard that I cried
ate frozen yogurt for dinner
had real life experiences translate into realizations about God's love & grace
sang badly at the top of my lungs
spent time with my nose buried in a book
spent time with God, more real and true than I had in a while
these things are telling me it was a good week.
love, e
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