The girl in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror.

I could write a book about her. (Actually, I sort of am…)

Phew.  

She’s a bundle of nerves. She’s angry. She’s sad. She’s hopeful. She’s full of doubt. Second guessing.

She’s me. She’s you. We are the girl in the mirror. Or…we.. were…the girl…in the mirror. Is that me? Or…was that me? 

The truth is we look at her every single day, and what we see differs, depending on the state of our mind. Think about it: if we aced a test that day or scored praise from the boss, we may look at the girl in the mirror and say “You killed it today girl! You can do ANYTHING!!”  But on those days where we tripped over the rug getting out of bed and spilled coffee on our white blouse on our way out the door….those are the days we get in our head. We start the downward thinking spiral and everything changes. The girl in the mirror is now the failure. The girl who messes everything up. The broken little girl. The abused teenager. The woman scorned. 

Whatever your scars are, you are not alone. We all have them. Some look different than others, some are visible, some aren’t. But they’re there. But they’re there. Hidden beneath our best smiles. Covered by the perfect outfit. Brushed over with our morning makeup routine. We’ve learned to disguise the damage, to tuck away the trauma, to function in spite of it all.
But the mirror knows.
And deep down, so do we.

The girl in the mirror isn’t just who we were.
She’s the sum of our past and the seed of our future.
She holds all the stories, every “almost,” every heartbreak, every whispered prayer in the middle of the night. She knows what it’s like to be dismissed, misunderstood, overlooked. But she also knows what it’s like to rise. To heal. To begin again.

Because here’s the truth sis:
You are not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.
You are not the sum of your mistakes, or the names they called you, or the pieces you had to pick up after someone else broke you.
You are becoming. And it’s beautiful.

The mirror doesn’t get the final word.
God does.
And when He looks at you, He doesn’t flinch at your flaws.
He sees His workmanship. His daughter. His beloved.
He sees purpose - even in the pieces.

So today, maybe it’s time to stop hiding from her.
Stand in front of that mirror.
Look her in the eyes.
And remind her of this:

“I’m still here.
I’m healing.
I’m growing.
And by the grace of God,
I’m not who I used to be.”

I’m with you sister, all the way.

🤍- Lynn