I am every woman….

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall…”

Longing for it’s response to be “YOU are the loveliest of them all”

But seeing the reality of my reflection, inside and out.

Broken and imperfect.

So I leave the picture of shattered glass in front of me and run.

To the poisoned apple that promises fulfillment.

To squeeze my foot into the glass slipper.

To step up into the pumpkin carriage of escape from my reality.

To reach out to the spindle that vows to make me something new.

But the apple leaves me hungry and sick.

The carriage leaves me stranded.

The glass slipper is not my size.

And the spindle only makes me bleed.

Still….

There is something inside me that tells me I was made for something more.

A princess in the making.

A beauty in disguise.

And though I hear the jeers of the step sisters and the wicked queen in my ear

I can’t help but feel that they are wrong.

That a Prince awaits me.

That I’ve been invited to a ball.

That the King Himself requests my presence.

And though I’ve lived in cinders

Though I’ve lost my way in the fairytale forest

Though I’ve been asleep too long in a glass coffin

I’m being awakened by a magic kiss.

Trembling, I once again pick up the dreaded mirror

But this time I don’t wait for its voice

Because I see the reflection.

An orphan girl who is beginning to look like her Father.

A peasant girl who is starting to resemble a princess.

A barefoot girl in a bridal veil.

And suddenly the once glaring reality

Of brokenness, imperfection and dirt

Is washed out by the glorious light of truth.

That I am created in His likeness.

Uniquely crafted for His purposes.

Daily transformed by His love.

I am His.

And He is mine.

Song of Songs 3:3 – I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;

2 Corinthians 3:18 – And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.

Psalm 139:13-14 – For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.