Last Friday was a day where I didn't have time for my morning quiet time, I might have slept late or had a "give me a few more minutes with my head on the pillow" moment, or had errands to complete around the house before I went out, I really cant remember which, knowing me it was probably the second one.
I got up and was getting ready, trying to figure out what to do with my hair, I looked in the mirror and thought "Good grief my hair is a mess" no amount of brushing was going to tame my thick bleach blonde tresses. A ponytail wouldn't work because I 'gasp' need to retouch my highlights, so I opted for the half pony and styled my hair to hide the dark root re-growth. Departing with the mirror with a final thought of "At least I dont need to look at me today - sorry for everyone else". Bad hair day!
I was at the bank doing a transfer, the information lady came up to talk to my teller and then touched my hair and said "You have the most beautiful hair."
What I saw in the mirror that morning, was my reality, but someone else saw the same thing and had a prescribed a different reality to it.
This brief interaction immediately woke Gods voice in me with Him saying "I see you Justine and although you didn't 'meet with me this morning' I'm still here and I still see you through my eyes, not yours."
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