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Being Sure

I am not superstitious. Really, I'm not. I'm cautious, but I'm not superstitious. I do, however, tend to not get my hopes up often. My sister and I are alike in this. We don't let ourselves get intensely excited about things or events coming up because we don't want to be let down if things fall through. I never thought much about that outlook on life until one day when I was talking to the boyfriend, and he said that was a sad way to think. And he was right.

He was absolutely right. How can I, as a child of God, not have hope?

I have a set of devotional cards on my desk at work, and I'm terrible about changing the cards. It's not laziness or lack of motivation; it's simply forgetfulness on my part. It sits right in front of me day after day (among the papers, the multiple stamps, the pink ink pad, the maroon stapler, the black tape dispenser, the daily planner, the whistle, the almost-empty jar of Nutella, the wicker basket of assorted writing utensils, …

The image in the mirror

**I did not want to post this. I wrote this many weeks ago, and I stopped and started writing it several times because, really, it just felt so silly to post something so superficial. As this post's direction changed through those many writings, however, and became less about me expressing a struggle and a fault of mine, and more about the important things in life, I decided I would share it because maybe others struggle with this, too.**
Beauty. The quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).
A friend of mine once wrote a post about being beautiful. I thought it was inspired (Go, Bethany!), and I truly can't get over the timing of that post. One day recently I was struggling with that very topic, and that oh-so-patient and wise boyfri…