I got my hair cut, wore it down, and even curled it to go along with a new dress and jewelry; I hardly recognized the reflection of the mirror! It felt good to look good for a change.
Coming downstairs I expect someone to notice and comment and… no one did.
After assuring my husband his shirt looked good, replying to my son mumbling about some computer something or another, and getting markers for my daughter and her friends; I left the house feeling like the invisible woman.
I’m not the first to feel invisible.
No matter how blind the eyes that surround you, He is, and always will be, the God who sees you.