A WOMAN IN THE MIRROR

THE WOMAN IN THE MIRROR,SCARRED AND MARRED WAS SHE.


WHO AM I? WHY CAN'T I GET MY HEALING?


WHY IS MY SOUL SO DISTRESSED WITHIN ME?


WHY HAS PEACE AND JOY DELUDED ME?


WHY DO I FEEL SO BENUMBED? SO ALONE?


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THEN I HEARD A SOFT WHISPER LIKE THE WIND


SAYING TO ME, "DO YOU LOVE ME?" I LOOKED AROUND


AND NO ONE WAS THERE. I TREMBLED WHEN I


HEARD AGAIN, "WHEN HAVE YOU LOVED ME?"


I SENSED HE WAITED FOR ME TO ANSWER. I FROZED.


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I LOOKED AROUND AGAIN AND SAW NO ONE EXCEPT


THE WOMAN IN THE MIRROR I COULD NO LONGER RECOGNIZED;


BUT I PONDERED THE WHISPERED WORDS SPOKEN SO


SOFTLY DEEP WITHIN MY HEART AND AN EPHINANY


CAME UP ON THE INSIDE OF ME.


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I ANSWERED THE VOICE IN MY HEART AS I GAZED PIERCINGLY


AT THE WOMAN IN THE MIRROR. SHE GAZED BACK AT ME


IN CONSTERNATION AND I SAID, I UNDERSTAND THAT I


HAVE NOT BEEN LOVING OR KIND TO THE SPIRIT IN ME,


I HAVE NEGLECTED AND SHUNNED AND CLOSED OFF THAT


PART OF ME. OR HOW SAD I FEEL AND HOW I LONG FOR HER.


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I WEPT FOR THE WOMAN I WAS ORDAINED TO BE AND NEVER


REACHED MY POTENTIAL BECAUSE OF SELF-LOATHING AND NEGLECT,


I THOUGHT I HAD ALL THE ANSWERS AND I PUFFED MYSELF UP


TO HIDE MY PAIN. I WAS IN A DARK ABYSS OF SHAME AND GUILT,


WONDERING WHO WOULD ANSWER THE WOMAN IN THE MIRROR.


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AS I SHED THE TEARS OF MY BROKEN LIFE, I HEARD THE SOFT WHISPER


AGAIN, BECKONING ME SOOTHINGLY TO HIM AND I LOOKED AT


THE WOMAN IN THE MIRROR WEEPING, HE SAID," HERE AM I, MY LOVE,


LET ME SHOW YOU HOW TO LOVE. I AM LOVE AND THE AUTHOR AND FINISHER


OF LOVE. YIELD TO ME. LOVE ME. I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU. COME TO ME."


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HIS WORDS GAVE ME HOPE AND I COULD BREATHE AGAIN AND JOY


ROSE UP LIKE A DAM FLOWING THROUGH THESE TIRED THREAD OF MY LIFE.


THE YOKE OF PAIN, SICKNESS AND AFFLICTION LIFTED UP FROM ME


I NO LONGER NEEDED TO HIDE IN THE DARKNESS WHEN I SAW THE LIGHT


OF HIM WHO FIRST SAW ME AND LOVED ME, THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN


THE MIRROR.






AN ODE TO JESUS CHRIST, MY KING. I AM LOVED PASSIONATELY BY HIM.


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