Reflecting

Wandering around the streets of Fez during my adventure to Morocco many years ago, a little girl came up to me and handed me a mirror. Her job was to sell it, but instead she gave it to me.

"Because you are beautiful," she said.

I wonder what it was that this beggar girl saw ... I did not look fabulous outwardly ... Was there something in my eyes that reflected eternity? Of promising days to come? Of hope?

I am going through new days in this new year. We are in a land of prosperity ... The famine is over.  But there are hearts going through famine.

Oh I do so hope that as I reflect over the 7 years that we lived in Indonesia, that I will in turn reflect the beauty that God has has shown me while living in ashes.  He has shown me such hope.

May you see This reflection when you see me.