Lately, when I look in the mirror, I can’t help but think about Bri Babineaux’s song “Make Me Over.” The lyrics pour through my speakers, bringing tears to my eyes as I realize the journey I’ve been on.

I don’t recognize myself anymore — and that’s a good thing.
I am living in my answered prayers.

Here’s the truth most people actually say, yet we rarely believe it: the feeling is scary.
Scary in a way that makes your heart race — not from fear of failing, but from the weight of actually being where you dreamed you’d be. It’s almost like I knew I would get here, but I didn’t know what to do once I arrived.

The answer, I’ve learned, is simple: keep going. Keep moving in the same direction.

Meeting the Woman in the Mirror

When I can finally feel my breath as my own, and when my tears come from joy instead of defeat, that’s when I know I’m still on the right path.

So what happens when you don’t recognize yourself?
You create opportunities to get to know the person staring back at you. You tell yourself the story you want to tell, and then you live it out.

Simplifying the Season You Prayed For

This isn’t the time to overcomplicate things. This is the season you prayed for. Simplify it. Walk in it.

I went through storms that felt like they would never end — the kind that made me think my roots wouldn’t hold. But I didn’t just survive the storm; I became planted in it.

Now, I stand as someone I never thought I’d meet, yet someone I was always becoming. I left things behind, people behind, situations behind and I never even wanted to let them go- but I did.

For Anyone in a Season of Change

If you’re in a season where looking in the mirror feels unfamiliar, where the change feels heavy, I want to remind you: it’s only hard because you don’t know the weather yet.

And that’s okay.
Because the best part about not recognizing yourself… is getting to know who you’ve become.

Reflection Question for You:
Have you ever looked in the mirror and realized you’ve grown into someone completely new? What did it feel like to meet that version of yourself?

From my writer’s corner with love,

Teish