If I looked deeply into a clear mirror, what would I see?
Would I see the surface, the silver grey hair in the cut I am not so very fond of?
Would I see the tired blue eyes that seem to have lost their spark?
Would I see the rolls and imperfections, as a result of the abuse and comfort choices?
Would I see a harried person rushing from job to job, not quite put together, but mostly presentable for the day?
If I looked in the mirror would I see the million disappointments and sorrows piled on to one another?
Would I see the slipping mask that tries to hide it all?
Would I see the confusion of how what I envisioned and hoped, and fought for for my life, and the actual true reality of it are not in alignment?
Would I see the bitterness and pain of betrayal, of broken dreams, harsh words and unmet expectations?
Would I see a glimmer of hope for what is left in my ever shortening life line?
Would I see truth of character, of caring and kindness, angry and disappointed, or a bitchy tired grouch?
Would I see the desperation of the woman that still wants to be desired, loved, taken care of, safe?
Would I see the loving mom trying to help her children get ready for launching into the world?
Would I see confusion of how to be of value and worth as the years take a toll on the body and that youthful beauty fades away?
Would I see a survivor crawling up out of the depths, dirty, bruised, broken?
Would I see a fighter in battle, fighting off there old beliefs about themselves?
Would I see truth, love, compassion or disgust, disappointment and failings?
Would I see the sin of my poor choices and desperation glaring ugly in my face? Or the Savior in His Glory reflecting back?
If I looked deeply into the mirror what would I see?
Beautiful Remade 