“How do you feel today?” The pair of big brown eyes stared at me with undeniable interest.
“I’m okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Well, maybe . . .”
“Go on.” The eyes opened wider, if that was possible.
“I’m more fearful than I’d like to be . . . don’t accomplish as much as I’d like to in any given day . . . wonder if there’s time to see my dreams fulfilled . . .”
“Go on.” The voice, soft and kind. The eyes, full of compassion.
“I should work harder . . . should be a better Christian . . . “
“Oh yes, the shoulds . . .anything else?”
“Wouldn’t hurt to lose a few pounds, exercise more—”
“Enough.” The brown eyes didn’t flinch.
“Enough?”
“Don’t you think it’s time to let go of the self-disgust and get on with your day? I have plans for you, plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. We can’t do that together if you insist on beating up on yourself.”
The eyes. So warm, so full of love.
And here I thought the reflection in the mirror . . . was me.
