Mirror, Mirror. ..
On the wall...this life is no fairytale. That's for sure. At least, that's how I am feeling this fine Thursday evening. I am defeated today with worry, stress, pressure, he said-she said drama! I am worn. This video came to mind last night (Thursday) but when I wrote this blog due to my being so tired and worn, I forgot to add this video: I looked in the mirror tonight, Father. I don't like what I see...bags under my eyes, tired and hurt eyes, scraggly hair that desperately needs to be cut, extra weight. My thought Father is how could you love this mess of a woman? But then I felt your hug tonight as I was crying in front of my bathroom mirror. I know you love me, I know you want me to be healthy but YOU. LOVE. ME. unconditionally, forever. I am still hurting, Father, I am broken but am I really beautiful to you? What can I change? I feel so lost tonight, my Father. What do I do about those situations I brought to you earlier? His reply is below: Matthe...