The other day I was walking past our bathroom mirror, caught a glimpse of myself, and was taken aback by how much I look like my mama.

Maybe it was because I was wearing her old, well-loved, plaid shirt. Maybe it was because my hair was pulled back. Maybe it was because I’m now a mom and I remind myself more and more of my own mama every day. But as I stood there looking at my face, I was in awe of the resemblance. It was almost like looking in to her eyes, which, was sort of unnerving and heart wrenching.

But then, all of a sudden, I was plagued by joy. Joy at the fact that I look like her and that people say that they see her in me. For those of you (most of you, probably) who didn’t know my mama…that is the biggest compliment ever. My mom was THE MOST loved person I have ever known. Everyone who met her instantly fell in love with her warmth and her kindness, and wanted to be around her always. She was probably the best human being I’ve ever known. (oh great, now I’m crying.)

And as I was standing there (delaying cleaning the bathroom, my least favorite chore), I started thinking about how much better it would be if I not only LOOKED like my mama (already done…thanks God), but if I was known as a person who acted like her, too. Loving, caring, joyful, helpful, thankful – in spite of adverse circumstances. Let me tell you, my mama was a lady who knew heartache, deeply. But she never let her current situation dictate how she lived her life.

And it gave me new resolve. Resolve to clean the bathroom with a smile on my face. Resolve to serve the people around me with cheer in my heart. Resolve to not let my own heartache, my own disappointments, my own failed plans get in the way of choosing joy. Every day.


:: When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by Glory ::

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