“Facing the Mirror”
After my parents left, I dug deeper into my story to be more real in Real Life. I didn’t share as much the first week, in hopes to care for my parents. I added more details and opened my story a little more. I struggled with my story. I struggled with the adjectives describing me. I was losing confidence in that is who I was, not am. It was as if I was facing the mirror and I didn’t like what I was seeing. To balance my time investment as the dining hall boss (busing/setting 6 meals a day), having campaigners with my work crew girls after we got a break (2 hours avg), and trying to find time to reflect on my mirror with Christ…I was starting to feel weak. I was realizing that I have scars from my past, some of them are still tender when I fall down, and others are open and healing. Christ was moving into my hiding place and it wasn’t all that comfortable.
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