John, Lily and I were watching Enchanted last night. Lily loves movies, especially ones with music and dancing…..it is possible that she IS in fact my child! Well, we were at the scene in the end where Jazelle and Robert were dancing. Lily said, “pretty momma….” I interpreted that to mean, “hey mom, watch her dance, isn’t she pretty?!” Then when Jazelle was climbing up the building to slay the dragon, my daughter stood up and started jumping up and down shouting, “GO MOMMA GO! GO MOMMA GO!” Yes ladies, my daughter thinks I am a movie star! For those of you who have not seen the movie, Jazelle, is played by Amy Adams who has very long red hair and a small voice. So, Lily Beth thinks that is me!!! While John and I laughed and laughed because our daughter was cheering on her movie star momma, it occurred to me that she does not see me as I see myself. She does not see my failures, my flaws, my worries or my frustrating thoughts. All Lily sees is me, as a princess. She sees that she is loved and that I want to play with her and dance with her all day.
Then I talked to John…..that guy doesn’t see me like I see me either. He sees my stress, but he does not see the causes as I do. Not in a bad way, but he refuses to see me as I see me. When I put myself down, he is flabbergasted. He sees my perfection (that only exists to him and Jesus). He sees my beauty. Each of us have wonderful people in our lives that refuse to see us in any light except the perfect light. Our husbands, boyfriends, cousins, kiddos, best friends, do not see our extra pounds or the new wrinkles on our faces. They see that we are happy and want to have dinner with them. They see the new wrinkle just as it is supposed to be seen, as the laugh line that is there after years of continuous joys. They see the worry and self doubt, but refuse to join us in our sadness; they fill us with all the encouragement we are desperate for. So, today instead of looking at a mirror, attempt to see yourself as others do. Or more importantly, see yourself as God sees you. As a daughter
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