the image of me . . . when I look in the mirror, what do I see? Is it pleasing to Him? The reflection I see? Am I strong? Am I wise? . . . as He wants me to be? It isn't the image the mirror reflects . . . that's nothing but dust from this earth. In the heart and the soul of a woman of God . . . therein lies the treasure of rubies . . . the worth. It's the time that I spend . . . and the message I bring, to others who see me each day. Do they know how I love Him? Are they able to tell . . . Or do I carefully hide it away? Is my lamp burning? My vineyards, do they abound? When you need a woman for service, can I be found? Oh, Lord, I want so to grow. To be pleasing to You. To give my life up to You, . . . is what I must do. For without You beside me . . . my lamp would go out. Wisdom would faulter . . . and darkness abound. In Proverbs You tell me, . . . so clearly, Your words are so true. You tell me exactly . . . what You'd have me do.   When I reach out, woman to woman . . . to another in need, Oh, it takes but a moment, to plant just one seed. I pray it's a seed I have planted in a woman You'll call. As You whisper and tell her, . . . "My daughter, . . . you excel them all." Use me, Lord! ~ Susan Misty Taggart ~ ©2001 and Beyond All Rights Reserved