Sleeping Satellite

When I look at the mirror,  I cry, I sigh…  I see an imperfect child of God  I see my big eyes and bulging eye bags,  The lines of my face,  My crooked lips and ears  I see the age in my white hair  The fat body that sags  Sadness that can't be denied. When God looks at me,  He sees my eyes that cares for her loved ones,  The tears from sacrifices... He sees my lips that encourages and the ears that listens, When God sees my white hair, He sees my wisdom in years  My fat body -- a healthy soul  An overflowing love for His people.  When I look at the mirror,  I smile, I laugh….  And one day soon, I will see as God sees me … an imperfect child but always perfect in His love.

This was written 07/15/2006.  I wonder what or who could have triggered these thoughts.  But one thing is for sure, I remember the feeling,  but I can't remember the boy anymore hehe No more of the darker nights,    none of those melancholic lines None of the bed bug bites   that keep me up, well it's a lie No more walks in the park  reminiscing the old days None of the long lost spark,  regrets you can't erase. No more wondering of how  it could be to see him when all that really matter is "now" I just need to live again. No more of those sharp dagger pain   but more of renewed spirit Realizing the beauty in Your name  You gave back my life and own it. No more of those false security  relying on one man's promise when I got Your love eternally what could be more than this?