Then I looked up in the mirror again. Now that I am sitting I can only see my face. Honestly, it is a rather nice face, unworthy of any kind of hate. With my new eyes I see my hair lightened by the Florida sun and I still have a band of freckles across my cheeks though it is mid-winter. Below those professionally arched eyebrows I see through blurred vision even greener eyes set off by the redness of all those tears.
When will I see myself like other men who try to love me? When will I see a competent, beautiful woman that can make it on her own yet chooses to have a partner by her side? When will I see the truly brave thing I did by leaving my husband and my hometown of thirty-plus years to start my life all over instead of looking at it like a retreat?
A better question still is when will I see what God sees? When will I see a greatly loved being made in HIS image perfect and whole just as He created me?
But then I think to myself, “Even God made Adam first.”