Today I was brave and looked in the mirror on purpose for the first time since Wednesday morning. Yesterday I came upon my reflection accidentally in a public bathroom and was not overwhelmed with joy at what I saw. Mom told me I was pale the other day. She was not wrong.

I feel like the face in the mirror is different than it was a few days ago. Even without the pallor, it has changed. I’ve always loved to flirt with myself in the mirror, smile, see how cute I could get myself to look. The face in the mirror right now isn’t the face I know. The features are the same but there is something– in the eyes, maybe– that is foreign to me.

I wonder if that something is here to stay or if it will pass as the wounds in my heart heal.


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  1. Oh Erin! Great ragedy does leave its mark! I think the look in your eye will fade as your grief tempers but perhaps never fully disapear until we’re glorified in the prescence of God! I must say one of the things I love best about you is the way you can express so much with your face and eyes, especially when you look at my brother! I am sure that joyful, teasing spirit will return soon and light your eyes so that they sparkle! Love you Sis!

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