Ragtag and tattered
Feeling battered, bruised and worn
I’m not feeling well. I have additional stress over an upcoming event.
This morning when I looked in the mirror, I saw a pale reflection. While trying to rectify the situation, I applied mascara to the contact lens in my eye, the white of my eye and to my eyelid, in a single stroke. Bad aim is an understatement. A brilliant and totally new experience, I might add.
After cleaning my contact, and flushing the black out of my eye, I gave up on mascara and added a little extra blush.
Being an artist requires good hand-eye coordination and this morning, my hand was too close to my eye! Warning, applying makeup while distracted can be dangerous to your eyesight!
With a red and burning eye, I see the gorgeous roses I purchased yesterday. I pause and drink in their beauty. They are many shades of red and orange–with sub-zero temperatures outside–they made me feel warm.
I notice the wear and tear on the fragile petals and identify with the bumping and bruising. Heavy sigh, aging too. Yet, they are captivatingly beautiful. Stunning even.
While I am not, I know that I am created in God’s image and by His design, fearfully and wonderfully made. Even on pale days, with red eye dripping black tears, I spot beauty like a burst of sun on a cloudy day.
By design, He gave me eyes to see the world in this way. What a gift. My beauty is in seeing His.