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Barlow Girl is an "oldie" fave here at the Peninger home.  A group of sisters, these women have talent coming out of their pores.  They are the singers and the musicians.  We love Barlow Girl for a few reasons.  1) We are, obviously, all about girls in this home - Lanny is really outnumbered but he'd have it no other way!  2)  They sing a message that is important for my girls, and all girls, to hear and take in.  3)  They have talent! Listen a person's heart may be good but if you are gonna say you are a musician then you'd better have the talent to back it up when you are on a stage or in the studio.  You know? 
The oldest redheaded wonder tuned in to Barlow Girl at a pretty young age so we have their first 3 album's and we have worn them out listening!  Today's song is a favorite because of it's message (and it helps that they sing it beautifully).  The mirror is a co-conspirator with our minds and together they lie to us about the reality of what we see when we look in the mirror.  It doesn't help that media outlets demand a certain size, shape, and look and girls all over America are trying to attain those airbrushed and impossible standards.  Listen young women, what you see in the magazine is a smoke screen, it is not reality!  Mirror addresses this.  "Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be?  Who are you?"  What we need to instill in our girls, and even in ourselves ADULT women, is the eyes of God.  We need to teach them, and ourselves ADULT women, how to look with his eyes and not the eyes of the world.  We are each fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139) and it is through those eyes that we should view ourselves.  "Mirror I am seeing a new reflection, I'm looking into the eyes of He who made me.  And to Him I have beauty beyond compare, I know He defines me."  Our girls souls are dying in the mirror of deception, their souls will thrive when they look into the mirror of God's eyes.  We can help, we should help.  And if you, as an ADULT, struggle with this issue as well - get some help.  Seek it out so that you project a healthy (spiritually and emotionally/mentally) view of self to not just the girls in your life but to people around you. 

A few years back, 3 or so, the girls got to meet Barlow Girls backstage at a Winter Jam concert! 


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of or prompted by feelings of tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia.

Watching my brothers become Uncles - thanks to my oldest redhead - has been one of the best things in my life. It was through their interactions with her from the moment she was born until present day that made me see the men they were growing up to be and what kind of Father's they would be to their own children someday. It takes nothing at all for me to think back to those days when she was an itty-bitty and my brothers - who had no experience with babies - took on soothing her when she cried, changing her diapers, helping feed her, and just snuggling. Mushy gushy heart.

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