Wednesday, October 22, 2003
I have three free minutes. It just took me twenty seconds to figure out how to spell "minutes". Wow. I am wound SO tight right now.
I got a good grade on my History of Civ test and that makes me happy (I didn't fail).
Emily is back and that makes me even happier. Tomorrow we leave for Chicago and all that jazz.
Today I opened a box that had a mirror in it that I bought almost two months ago. One side of the mirror was broken in a way that will make it impossible to fix, and I was disappointed. It reminded me a lot of things that had happened since the day I bought that mirror in the middle of Pennsylvania on Labor Day, and how much has been permanently broken since then. It was symbolic and cheesy and I just sat in the middle of my room and tried to figure out how to fix it.
I fumbled with the broken pieces, turning them over in my hands and turning thoughts over in my mind. Distractedly, I flipped the mirror over to reveal that the other side was whole, shiny and reflecting my tired face. I hadn't even known there was a mirror on the other side, and yet there it remained, hidden and complete.
Just like other, beautiful parts of my life. Just like other things that aren't broken. Hidden to me at times, they are nonetheless there when I turn them over. Maybe tomorrow God will flip another mirror in my life and show me something else. Show me how He can fix it when at first glance it seems impossible.
Off to down some Chinese.
. celebrate . `@ 4:43 PM