She pulls back her hair in a ponytail
To wash her face and brush her teeth.
She looks at herself in the mirror
Before scrambling to her bedroom,
And her reflection smiles back bright and happy.
She jumps into the covers,
But remembers her prayers
So she hops out of bed
To kneel onto the rug
To talk to God about her day.
She bows her head and recalls:
Waking up for early morning seminary;
Running into the boy she likes in English;
Sliding into her chair just before
The last bell rings in Math;
Talking to her friends at lunch
About the big game on Friday;
Catching a friend's eye who looks sad,
And putting her arm around her to listen;
Coming home after rehearsal only to
Play piano, do chores and finish homework;
Talking to her mom while setting the table;
Driving to church to help make decorations
For next week's youth holiday dance; and
Praying and reading scriptures with her family.
She thanks Heavenly Father for her blessings
And asks Him especially to watch over her friend.
When she opens her eyes
Before reaching for the covers once again,
She brushes aside the curtains
And looks out into the starry night.
The fall wind has blown the clouds away
And left a hush and stillness all around.
Her focus is drawn to the bright stars:
Luminous light descending from heaven.
Listening to the whisperings of the Spirit,
She desires to shine like the stars:
A daughter of a loving God,
Distilling truth and testimony in her heart
As she embraces His heavenly light.
She looks at herself in the window,
And her reflection smiles back bright and happy.
~For the Young Women I have had the privilege
of serving throughout my life. Love them all!
Charlotte Hutchins
Autumn 2016
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