....freckles. They have been a bother to me since somewhere around sixth grade or so when I first really took notice of boys and became interested in make-up. (If you wondering, make-up does not cover this kind of freckle density) From my forehead to my toes, freckles. They don't bother me much these days. I have long since made peace with the way the Creator sprinkled me, and the freckles, they are just old friends
I see a crooked smile, a slight scar on the bridge of my nose, and a mole on my chin. I see hair that used to be red and has been changed over many pregnancies. I miss the red, but I wouldn't trade my precious children for that burst of color.
I see a belly that is rounding out in the final weeks of pregnancy and I wonder about this life who is growing inside. Who is it? What will this child be like and what will they see when they look in the mirror?
I see a woman where once a very awkward girl used to be. A soul saved from Hell, and an odd peace that stole it's way into my life when I finally set my pride aside. Where there was once uncertainty of my role in the world, there is assurance and contentment in the wonderful role of Kingdom Child, Help-meet, Motherhood. Where there once resided...
Wow. Five minutes flies fast! Check out Gypsy Mama's site for other folks who took up the prompt for this weeks Five Minute Friday. And make sure to check out Robin's site. It's from her that I have followed the Five Minute Friday posts and finally decided to leap in!