The past three days I have looked awful.

Really.

No make-up. Jeans that I don't care about getting stained. A men's size medium sweatshirt bought for camping at Cook Forest when 7 months pregnant with Bronwyn. And did I mention that I've worn the same clothes three days in a row now? (I think this might be a first in my life.)

The first day, I dressed and left my bedroom. I didn't see a reflection of myself until some hours later. Boy, I thought, I look baaaadd. But I quickly forgot.

By today, I can't forget. The image of dark circles under my eyes, unmasked as they usually are by concealer, won't leave even once I've walked away from the mirror. I am very aware of the absolute huge-ness of my sweatshirt. I wonder if I've ever seen a pair of jeans that need to be washed so that they fit again more than these that I'm wearing need washing. A couple glances at my reflection over the course of a couple days are enough to leave a lasting impression.

Now that I'm so aware, I find it strange that at first I could forget.

But, then again, I forget all the time.

James 1:23-25  For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man shall be blessed in what he does.

(Oh, and in case you were wondering, the Gentian Violet doesn't seem to be helping. Three days like this and it's still.not.working...

...Coconut Oil, here we come!)