God Was Faithful

I've recently heard from people I knew almost twenty years ago. It's strange to see once familiar faces of my youth in the now grown faces of strangers. Anyone who knows me knows these happenings have jogged my brain into a frenzy of activity. I moved to Tucson when I married and I left behind the girl I was in Phoenix. I found it strange and terrifying to be in a new place where no one knew my name. I was merely "The Beav's Wife". I spent the last fourteen years of my life reinventing who I am, but had almost forgotten who I once was. I know this may sound trite, but to me it has reminded me of how amazing the love of God truly is. My story is one full of so many mini stories and there is no time to go into them now, but the common thread runs through every event of my life: God was there and He was so faithful.

The Illusion of Mirrors

I've got this mirror in my hallway. I initially hung the mirror so we'd have a place to check our outfits before leaving the house. The only full length mirror we had until then was the mirror that hung on the door in the master bathroom. It was not accessible or convenient. But that was more information that I initially intended to supply. Back to the point. This mirror was hung with less that permanent adhesive. Why? I don't know. As a result the middle of the mirror comes free and creates an unflattering illusion. I spent almost two months walking down the hall looking down the mirror and hating myself. It makes me look FAT! I've gained some weight, but this mirror makes me look like my middle is retaining an ocean. I was putting towels away and realized the problem. I pushed the mirror back into the adhesive and took a step back. A miracle happened. I didn't look AS big as the mirror had suggested. I spent the rest of the day laughing at myself. It was at the end of the day that I learned a lesson. The mirror of my life is sometimes askew. If I don't adjust it from time to time I'll get a false image. Staying plugged into God will help me adjust.

Sidebar – I was relating this story to my mom and she laughed. She said, "I've always hated that mirror, but I'm glad you learned something for it."