"As a teenager I clearly remember mornings when I was getting ready for school when
something
would -just still me- and
I would lean forward and peer very intensely into the eyes of the girl in that mirror.
who is that? I didn't know .
I looked into those eyes as if they had the answer to who I am
or who I could be.
So I would search the depths of those green and blue flecked eyes.
Calmly searching the eyes of this stranger
as if I thought that if I looked deep enough,
or long enough, I would find the answer to why I was even here.
I didn't know what I know now.
That I could only find out my true identity,
who I was
when I stopped
looking into my own eyes
and instead searched in the eyes of Jesus.
Only He could REALLY tell me who I am.
Who I can be. Who I will be..."
— Laura A. Diaz
something
would -just still me- and
I would lean forward and peer very intensely into the eyes of the girl in that mirror.
who is that? I didn't know .
I looked into those eyes as if they had the answer to who I am
or who I could be.
So I would search the depths of those green and blue flecked eyes.
Calmly searching the eyes of this stranger
as if I thought that if I looked deep enough,
or long enough, I would find the answer to why I was even here.
I didn't know what I know now.
That I could only find out my true identity,
who I was
when I stopped
looking into my own eyes
and instead searched in the eyes of Jesus.
Only He could REALLY tell me who I am.
Who I can be. Who I will be..."
— Laura A. Diaz