Reflection.
I look at my reflection in the mirror and really feel like Mulan.
She sings:
“Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?”
Many see my uncooperative body.
Jerky motions.
Arms flapping.
Fingers stimming.
Movements I can’t control.
Noise and utterances explode from my mouth.
Quoting Elmo as a fifteen year old?!
Not me!!
Mind and body battling it out.
The brain/body disconnect is real, peeps.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
Reflection takes on multiple meanings.
It is easy in this “me” world to focus on my reflection in the mirror.
But actually, it is reflecting within that really matters.
I recently went to John Paul Ingram’s memorial service.
He was my friend.
He was light to so many.
His celebration of life gave me moments of beautiful reflection.
While my heart is heavy with grief, his life of love lives on.
JP lived his life with grace and love.
The misunderstood stares.
The mean comments at times.
His love for his family.
His laughter.
His infectious joy.
He gave it all to God.
I want to be seen for who I really am.
Intelligent.
Funny.
Most importantly, I want to be seen as loving and kind.
Thank you, John Paul, for this time of reflection and for reminding us of what really matters.
Love.
Love with your (giant) heart.
Live life with grace.
And give it all to Him.
Photo Credit: This letter board pictured was given to all at JP's service. A beautiful reminder to JUST LOVE.