She stares at her reflection, and what does she see?
Enough disappointment that could fill the entire sea.
It starts on the surface level - hating her stare and hair before she begins to compare.
Wishing that she could be in her friends' bodies, where they didn’t have to care about what they needed to wear.
Then she begins to reflect on her life and the desires in her heart.
Like how much she loves the idea of marriage so much that it sometimes feels like it could tear her apart.
Guilt kicks in.
She stares at her reflection, angry at herself for wishing for a different body when she knows that there is nobody else.
That her Creator and Father made her beautiful in His eyes.
And that she should see herself as a prize.
She’s angry because she knows people whose bodies writhe in pain and would give anything to be okay.
She knows her beauty is more than skin deep, but the devil keeps on telling her that she is nothing worthy to keep.
She’s angry at her heart for wanting to be loved, because she knows that she is God’s beloved.
Why does it gotta be so tough?
Is she not praying enough?
She prays for Him to take the desire away, knowing that He’s all she needs. And she wants to only want Him, because without Him, she’s nothing better than a bunch of weeds.
She stares.
…and stares.
…and stares.
Slowly, she sinks to her knees, crying out with soft pleas. Oh, how the devil is such a tease, wanting nothing more than to make her question what she believes.
But God intervenes and reminds her that this, too, shall pass faster than the wind kisses the grass.
And that while she currently feels alone, He is right there with her.
And nothing could ever possibly change His mind.
