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I forgot to look up

James 1:23-25
"Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it--he will be blessed in what he does."

I recently forgot what I looked like.
I went through a few days of very troubling worry not knowing what to do next. I searched and searched for an answer, a solution, a quick fix. All the while asking God to give me wisdom on how to fix it.
This morning, He reminded me what I should look like.
He tapped on my heart and turned my gaze in another direction. One, I hadn't remembered to look in a while. It was then that I saw the reflection of His heart and remembered what mine was supposed to look like. Then just like that, all my worries from the past several days melted away.
I don't  have a logical answer, but I have a God answer; and I can now say I rest completely reassured that He will provide a way because my heart looks more like His again.

Intently I looked into God's heart and truly now I have experienced again the freedom from worry.

How easy it is to be self-centered.
How much more peaceful it is to bless others instead.

Side note, I find it incredibly poignant that this passage of Scripture is directly above a small section on what God thinks religion should look like.
James 1:26-27 says that He thinks religion should look a whole like putting others ahead of ourselves.
What would the world look like if the first word association of Christian was selfless?

Look hard into His reflection
Memorize His lines.
May the sketch of His heart
Show through this life of mine.

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