who do you see?
sometimes, in moments of fleeting bravery
I want to ask
"Who do you see when you look at me?"
woman
daughter
sister
friend
mother
grandmother
acquaintance
stranger
widow
I want to ask my friends that question.
I want to ask myself that question.
I want to ask God that question.
I know what I want the answer to be.
Fear that I am not who I want to be,
not who I strive to be,
not who I think I am,
keeps me silent.
"You have searched me, Lord, and You know me...
Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."
from Psalm 139
"Father, I want to be an accurate reflection of You.
Please have Your way in me so that when others see me, they see You.
A God who is loving, kind and generous.
One who is full of patience, of mercy and of grace.
Thank you for making it possible for us to have a relationship with You.
In Jesus' precious name, amen."
I've been asking myself this question a lot more as I age. I'd actually gone off FB before the election because I found myself losing my patience more quickly, which I used to seldom do...EVER. I'd look in the mirror and ask myself questions. When I didn't know or didn't like the answers, I'd spend a little more time in prayer and reflection. Still a work in progress, but won't give up on the goal. ❤
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