“You look so much like your mom did when she was your age.”
Those were the words of a friend as she scrolled through some family photos with me.
“Do you remember her face?”
What do you get when a blind woman has a bad hair day and her only remedy is found in free samples of eyeliner and lipliner?
Here’s the back story: Years ago, my mom taught me a way to put on my own make-up. You know, when you can’t see your face, it’s a bit challenging (not to mention scary and dangerous) to apply make-up! But, the system she taught me when I was 15 is the same system I use today… at age 50!
The system works flawlessly most of the time. It is so reliable, but unfortunately, I am not!
I got things a little mixed up one day and the result was not so pretty! Wanna hear about it? Hopefully, my little incident will make you feel a whole lot better about yourself!
You can find the rest of the story in my book Lessons I Learned in the Dark. Click here to find your copy!
Question: Have you ever had an embarrassing makeup moment?
Over the years, lots of stories have been written about my journey into blindness. After a particular magazine interview, I dialed the phone. “Mom, I just finished an interview and I really think the writer is going to do a good job. I think you will like the article.” I continued, “And, Mom, she asked if she could interview you. She only has a few questions and I wondered if you could?”
My mom hesitated. Her response taught me so much about God’s grace.
This question struck me because it was so poignant and honest. And, it helped me too… it reminded me once again that you can accept something God allows and still experience weariness. All I could really give my blind, tired sister was empathy. And, that is what Jesus gives each of us every day. Read her words, you may see your own.
When both of my boys were growing up, they loved superheroes. I mean, what little boy isn’t fascinated with Batman and Superman who always arrive without a minute to spare and save the day? We’d sit on the living room floor with the miniature figurines and make up missions and rescues and cheer when the whole city was saved.
We would take Superman and have him fly toward the “burning” Lego skyscraper and swoop in just in time to save the family. All the while his cape was flying in the wind like a true hero.
I didn’t realize it then – in fact, it took years for me to realize it – but Superman wasn’t the only one who wore a cape. I wore a superhero cape too—my superhero cape was my faith.
I open a new bottle of shower gel this morning and squeeze some in my hand and immediately I am carried away to another time and place. I am back in North Florida at my grandmother’s home on a warm summer morning. It was Dove soap that gave me wings for time travel.
Just the fragrance of that soap brought back a ton of happy memories of my Saraberg. That was what we called her. She was my mom’s mother and she went to heaven several years ago. I miss her. She always had a brand new bar of Dove soap in her shower when I visited and the fresh clean scent reminds me of her.
Has that ever happened to you – where you instantly time travel to another time and another place? It’s fascinating when that happens, isn’t it?