Rebecca Winkler

I look upon the mirror

My reflection always dim

A counterfeit of who I truly am

I try to make up the lines

Trace the image to find what is missing

Paint a portrait of what I desire to be

Who I should be

Yet all my attempts fail

The reflection remains blurred

Who I am, a mystery

My heart aches for the discovery

Then, I hear a voice call out softly from beyond the mirror

“Come with me My beloved, my bride.”

The spirit within me awakens, I know this voice

Like fire the words burn through the core of me

The reflection begins to fade

Replaced by the image of The One

The One my heart desires

His hands reaching out

Scars of love shining through them

I take His hand and I am swept away

Surrounded by light and beauty

Held tight in His arms, I hear His words pour over me

“Your frame was not hidden from Me when you were made in secret

So intricately woven in the depths of the earth

Your every day I have counted

I know you

I see you

Made in My image

Put down your thoughts and beliefs of who you must be

Cease from your striving after perfection

Learn to rest now, My beloved

Rest only in Me

Hear my words and know them

You are lovely

You are pure

You have been made whole

You are loved beyond measure

Because you are Mine and I am yours.”

His words envelope me

I can feel the false image I created fade away

Who I am becomes clear

Now, as I look upon the mirror

I see Him

Eyes like fire

Full of love and compassion

This is who I am

I am His and He is mine