bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish
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| Written December 19, 2020 @ 5:41 pm. |
Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish. How many pieces do you wish?
All the missing pieces. All the pieces that were lost, I'm ready to find them. At times I felt like I needed to be found. But honestly, I needed to be lost. I needed to have no clear sense of direction; I needed to stumble and fall flat on my face. I needed to be lost so then I could be Found. You lose something and find something even better. My mom loves Goodwill; it's a guilty pleasure. Every time she goes in, she has yet to learn what she's really looking for, but she always finds something good. And that's what I have found. I have found everything good. Everything that is great. But I had to get lost. I didn't just get lost, but I lost myself. I lost my mind. I lost my structure. I lost my life, but I Found my way...
back to You.
I would stare at myself in the mirror and be introduced to a stranger every day. I didn't know who I was. I didn't even question who was looking back at me until one day. I saw something. I saw someone who looked just like me. I saw beauty. I saw completeness. I saw Love for the first time with my very own eyes. I saw Life. I heard a sound. Think about that for a moment: you look into your eyes and hear a sound. A sound of bliss, release, and perfection. I finally met who I really am; I finally met the Truest part of me that was constantly being buried by a never-ending cycle of turmoil that kept knocking at my front door. So, I stood in the mirror in awe. I would try to walk away or pull myself out of it but then swing back around, looking deeper and deeper into my soul.
I saw God.
Through my very own eyes.
I remember in the early summer of 2019,
Ms. Tanya asked me, "Have you seen God?"
I replied, "I think so."
I didn't know for sure. I was still determining what I had seen.
I know exactly who I saw. I saw myself, but I saw Him in me. He was looking at me through my very own eyes. There was such a glow and such a glimmer. I couldn't take my eyes off my own reflection. I've seen myself in the mirror plenty of times. Just different from this. Not in this way. I was looking at a pre-refined version of myself. I was looking at the Truth of my story. That He was with me all along. I didn't know who I was, but I began to see who He is. I am the apple of His eye. And anyone who tries to harm or hurt me is like hurting Him. I am His pupil. I am His dwelling place. God is counting on me. And I am counting on Him. When I looked into the mirror that day, I finally met myself. I had a stare down with the Truth.
I found my way to Him.

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