Have you ever looked in the mirror and said to yourself, "Mom? When did you decide to live in my face?"and "When did your eyes change color?" I am having one of those days. I decided to do my hair a little different--curl some, leave some straight. As I'm styling it, I see my mom slowly but surely creep into my face. Now, I have a very young attractive mom, so this is not so traumatic for me as it might be for some, but it is a little unnerving. I mean, I am an American and like to think of myself as unique and independent but there is something about seeing your mom looking back at you from the mirror that grounds you and makes you feel and appreciate your heritage. At least that's how it works for me. Who do you see when you look in the mirror? How do you feel about that person? It makes me want to grow closer to the Lord, to let Him mold me the way she has let Him mold her. I want to be more disciplined in my daily life because of her (I can hear you denying that you are, Mom). Seeing her that way drives me to be a better wife and gives me hope that I will be a good mother (should the Lord choose to give us children). I hope the mirror is as kind to you all today as it was to me.