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DONT LET YOUR FAILURES BE YOUR MIRROR

Dear one, you must get past the memories of old mirrors. Do not let your past failures be your mirror or reflection of who I say you are. It is important to get past the past and find a new reflection and perception of who you are becoming. You have to believe your infinite worth to Me and through Me, so that you can live in that place.

If you also allow another’s negative feedback to formulate the mirror of your self image, then it will be warped and untrue. I BUILD you up into My image. If ever I tear down and do surgery to take something out of you, I give you the knowledge of My love, and the hope of a brighter future without the entanglements that do not become you. I tear out death, but only to give you abundant life.

You consider Me altogether lovely. Then look into the pool of My eyes and You will see your own reflection through My ravished, enraptured love for you.

Song 5:6 NKJV
THE SHULAMITE
Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards, But my own vineyard I have not kept.

Song 4:15 NKJV
THE KING
Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove’s eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them. 3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely .Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate. 4 Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you. 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace. 10 How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices! 11 Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon. 12 A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed. 13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard, 14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices — 15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.

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confirmation:  Tonight at Carolina Revival, the sermon was about thanksgiving, and being thankful for all things, including the way He made us, why we love what we love, and learning to be okay even with not being good at certain things, etc.  And that when we are not loving ourselves we cannot offer Him thanksgiving as freely as we could if we were simply trusting in His Love for us. 

This post makes me think of  "I want Your eyes to be my mirror, I want Your eyes to tell me who I am"  "Inheritance"  Song Lyric by Jonathan David Helser    : )

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