My house and my mother’s are attached. 19 years and counting. (Yes, Veteran Readers: for 4 of those years, I was a Momma Sandwich: My mother at one end, mother-in-law at the other.)
We both work part time, but we manage coffee a few times a week. For some reason this morning I had my hair pulled back; Mom looked squarely at me and said, “Wow, this morning you really look like my mother.”
I didn’t know how to take that.
…Just kidding. My grandma was a beautiful woman. In my 50s, it seems I look more like Mom remembers her. He has made everything beautiful in its time. Eccl. 3:11
Sadly, God’s creation escaped me: looking at the portrait of Gorgeous Grandma, there was no denying what her friends said at her funeral: “It’s like having Helen right here with us.” But from 15 to 50, in the mirror all I saw was Janis Joplin Hair and a Gary Coleman Nose. I couldn’t see the forest for the trees. He has done all things well. Mark 7:37
In my youth, self-deprecation was psychological; as a Christian, it was penitence. Christ died for the ungodly. Rom. 5:6 ….. Blessed are the poor in spirit Matt. 5:3 ….. God forbid that I should boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ Gal. 6:14
But as I grew in the grace and knowledge of the Lord, I started “getting over myself.” Today, I actually believe my husband when he says I’m pretty. He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we would be holy and blameless before Him. Eph. 1:4
So then, where’s the balance? Well, I’d like to say that in the mirror I now see a quiet-spirited lady on the inside, pretty Pacific Islander on the outside. But the fact is, sometimes my old nature rears her ugly head—and it’s frizzy.
The best answer is to avoid the mirror.
My eyes are prettiest when they’re looking toward God.
For through the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a measure of faith. Rom. 12:3