Before I Could Consult a Mirror

This happened

I could have still had broccoli in between my middle front teeth. (There was when I last checked my phone’s reflection). I hadn’t reapplied my lipstick. And I know I was a bit wind blown (there’s an area tornado watch until 5p).

But before I could get myself put together in front of a mirror, this sweet, lovely blond girl stopped me on the stairway to tell me she thinks I’m one of the most beautiful women she has ever seen and went on to point out some of the details. (Who, me?)

It wasn’t weird at all or anything. And she even apologized for taking me off guard (but honestly positive comments are so rare they’re almost shocking as it is!).

I’ve come away a bit overtaken. A bit breathless because I was going up the stairs but also due to a lump growing in my throat.

She didn’t have to say anything, you know? No one would have been the wiser … or dumber (wat?). But she chose to step out of her comfort zone and speak kindness into another soul. And I’m so touched.

To be honest compliments like that one don’t come my way much these days. Not because I’m longing for them … but I do at times recall those days (wondering if they were even real) when I’ve been called a Disney princess and such like and what have you by people of all ages. I mean, I did use to look pretty good back when I had time to invest an hour or so into personal fitness.

This stage of life is just different.

As you can imagine, I’ll be replaying this interaction in my head probably for the rest of today (and I have to write about it). It truly moves me that someone I only pass in the hallway from time to time actually noticed something good about me.

This is not at all the same—but a little while ago I made an effort to tell a mom how much I loved her dress. She even had a matching purse! I had seen her earlier that morning but didn’t take the opportunity until I saw her again later. But I need to do that more.

While, yes, I may already be recognizing the loveliness around me, how about the next step: vocalizing it. Saying it loud for all to hear. (That’s from a Christmas song, isn’t it? A seasonal spirit that is ever so contagious).

I speak for myself that I often get stuck in my head only aware of what is wrong with me. And I’m sure I’m not the only one … so I will wait for the Holy Spirit’s nudge to say something kind to the next person whose heart needs to hear it.

Thanks for reading along!