Toward the end of my fourth pregnancy, I left the house one day wearing two different shoes — a black one and a navy blue one.

I felt like I had a flashing neon sign pointing to my feet! I’m sure a few people noticed, but I’m equally sure the number of people who noticed was far less than the number of those who did not.

After all, what makes me so special that people would be looking at my feet?

If they were looking my way, I hope my smile and attitude were more obvious than my mismatched shoes and the fact that I was “about to pop.”

What do people see when they look at you?

Do they see anger or joy? Do they see someone who sees the good in people or a habitual pessimist? Do they see eyes filled with compassion or eyes looking suspiciously to see if someone is truly deserving of the help they are asking for? Do they see someone wearing the armor of God or someone clothed in judgmental self-righteousness?

Be one with Jesus. Live like Him. Love like Him. Serve like Him.

Our lives on earth are short and finite. It’s how we use the time we’re given that counts.