The Reflection

When I look in the mirror I see a woman who despite all pain and persecution still understands that she is loved and is triumphant.

When I look in the mirror I see a woman who smiles even when she is crying.

I see a woman who never walks alone.

I see a woman who had the intent to resign, but knew that sometimes it’s better to just quit and walk away whilst still moving forward.

I see a woman.

In The Reflection, I see a woman who is child-like and still needs her Father to save and help her daily.

I see a child who is loved by many. I see a daughter who stands still and waits for her Father.

When I look in the mirror I see someone who likes to get lost in the moment because she wants to give it her all RIGHT NOW! I see someone who now lets tomorrow worry about tomorrow.

When I look in the mirror I see a creation who is worthy, I don’t see a job, a degree or title, but rather I see a daughter of The King.

I see a woman who now laughs without fear.

I see a woman who is not only blessed, but also blesses others.

I see a woman who thinks, and thinks, and thinks– but also a woman who likes to stop thinking and just be. A writer who watches a family of three Southern Grey-headed Sparrows fly into an arbor as she hopes in the backseat of her parents car; an Aunt quietly singing praise to The King as she practices patience alongside her sleeping nephew; a sister waiting for her brother to come home. And although for a moment this woman felt worry. She stops. She looks at the sparrows and trusts in Him. The trust fills her lungs with breath again and the softest melody of laughter pours out and fills the air with healing fruit.

I am a woman whose grief is ALWAYS overcome by Love.

I am Vickiana. I am Vickiana Supriana.

1 John 4:8