I don’t want to be nothing.
On so many levels.
The other day, I was contemplating my passions and talents.
Am I nothing without writing?
Am I nothing without words?
Am I nothing without polka-dots and bright colored clothes?
Am I nothing without storytelling?
Then I found my answer.
I am not nothing.
Before I wrote a word, God said I was something.
Heck! Before I was BORN God thought I was something!
Before I cranked out “the Wuf” with a black crayon, God saw me as something.
What was I?
A little mirror.
Reflecting His smile.
That’s all I’ve ever been – but, that’s all I need to be.
Everything else is a bonus. I’m a little mirror that smiles! I’m a mirror that writes, edits, and dances in the kitchen! I’m a mirror that finds joy in flamingos, ice cream, tennis, peanut butter, and picture books!
All I have to do is be pointed in the right direction: reflecting God.
If I try to see myself (which is all the stinking time) I nose into a corner and face a wall, and then I complain that I can’t see anything or think God’s off and away somewhere.
But when I’m turned in the right direction, God smiles.
Somehow, I, the little mirror bring a smile to His shining face and that’s all I need to do.
And that is an encouraging thought.