Seven years bad luck...

I prefer to think of a broken mirror as a good time waiting to happen, rather than and amount of bad luck. There is a mirror in my room here in the Phils that has not had the best fate. It seems to come flying off our window regularly. I like it in the broken state that it is in. Sometimes when I look into it I make faces for long periods of time... and sometimes I make faces with my roommate Sarah. Those times are the best:)...

Other times, when I look into this mirror, I am reminded that outward beauties are so temperamental... and am convicted to not care so much about my physical appearance... and work toward a heart that is laden with beauty sourced in Christ alone.

It is funny how quickly one's standard of beautiful can change with circumstance. The heat and humidity here quickly change that! Make-up is a joke, sweaty is expected, and hairy legs are accepted culturally. And I think the people here are astoundingly beautiful. I like my perspective being changed. It comforts me to know that there is more than one way to see the world... that maybe, just maybe there is more than one way to be seen as beautiful.