Who is that in the mirror,
Staring back at me?
She looks familiar, yet a stranger.
Is it me? It can’t be.
I’m not that old…
Am I?
It’s not who I remember being.
Not who I once was.
But now I’ve changed, matured,
Different from that little girl
Who I was before.
Yet, I still have my dreams,
My passions, my doubts,
And my fears.
But even those have changed,
Throughout the years.
Am I young, or am I old?
This question can plague
A person if they let it.
If I’m not like the little ones,
Who am I like?
But, does it matter,
In light of who I really am?
No, it does not matter!
I’m a child of the King!
Bought with a price,
My identity is in Christ!
Part of me says
“I don’t want to change!
Wasn’t it nice being young?”
But God says
“I’ve got you. Trust me.
I will use this time,
In your life, to make you
What I designed you to be.
A witness to the world
About my love to all the nations.
“If you put your hope, your trust,
Your identity in Me –
I will fulfill you more than anything
This world can offer.
“I want the best for you.
Put your trust in Me.
I made you.
I love you just the way you are,
And nothing in this
Universe can change that!
“If you trust me,
I can grow you,
Change you into the woman
I created you to be.”