Close your eyes.
Close your eyes and let go of what others wrote last year. Let go of the beautiful, sparkly words that weren’t yours and that you wish you could’ve produced.
Close your eyes and let the wishing and itching at what your house isn’t, seep out your pores.
Close your eyes and stop seeing the behavior of your kids reflected through the frustrated eyes of others.
Close your eyes and give up all the would-have, could-have, should-haves.
Just close your eyes and stop looking at the reflection of how you wish your life looked. Through someone else’s mirror.
When the shiny, shimmery image looks so perfect, so flawless, so pretty that you just wish you could step through the surface and live it, be certain instead that it’s a mirage. That from the inside it looks nothing like it appears in the reflection.
Be careful whom or what you use as a mirror.
When we lose ourselves in the reflections of other people’s lives, we lose ourselves.
Close your eyes so you can see yourself as you are and not as you compare to others. Because you have been artfully, carefully, and wonderfully woven together. You are a unique. Nothing about you is facsimile. So stop looking for the copy.
Your flaws ache, yes. And what you don’t have is sometimes made worse by the perception of what you think she has. But she aches just as you do. I promise. We are all cracked in places though it may be hard to see with the eye.
So close them.
Stop reading what makes you itch with dissatisfaction. Stop watching what makes you wonder if better lives next door. Stop carrying a ruler around.
Sometimes we see much better with eyes closed.
Open your tired hands; let your fingers braille these thoughts into your new year:
God’s blessing makes life rich; nothing we do can improve on God.
Proverbs 10 verse 22: (The Message)
For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD.
“They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 29 verse 11: (New International version)
Open your eyes.
This is your true reflection.
Prompted by the inestimably comforting words of Madeline L’Engle. If you haven’t read “A Circle of Quiet,” I assure you, you should.