It is a rare occasion to find me in a fitting room. I like the safety of our home when trying on something new. Today I ventured into the small space to try on some dresses to wear to our daughter’s graduation. You know what made all the difference? Shame was not welcome to whisper lies as I viewed my reflection. I judged the dress, not the person it hung on. Some had too much fabric, one was a weird length and another was not the color for me. This reminded me that there are millions of dresses in this world, but only one of you and me. And that image I saw staring back at me, she is made in the image of God.