But the man who looks into the perfect mirror of God’s law, the law of liberty (or freedom), and makes a habit of so doing, is not the man who sees and forgets. He puts that law into practice and he wins true happiness. James 1:22-25, J.B. Phillips New Testament
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Back in Nashville, my friend Lee had the biggest mirror I'd ever seen in her dining area. It was an open dining area, across from the stairs, really with just one wall. That mirror covered most of the one wall. It was simply enormous.
Sometimes I was a little freaked out to watch myself eat in that mirror. Was that really what I looked like? What others were seeing as I stuffed my face? Ew.
There is a way I like to think that I am and a way I really am. I am a chronic mirror-checker: is that really me? Are my eyebrows that bushy? Am I really THAT big?
I wonder how I would behave in a house with mirrored walls. If I had to watch my every move, see my face when I discipline my children in anger. Watch myself be slothful as I choose the computer over exercise or housecleaning or parenting.
It scares me, the thought of Someone watching. He sees not only all those outside faces and words but the doubts and scary thoughts and depression and anger that dance around in my head. I, like the man James describes, can turn from my Bible and immediately forget faith, forget Him. Not seeing straight.
I don't want to live in fear of mirrors. Inner, outer, all over. I only want to be mirror myself, reflecting Him as He watches me. Break the mirrors from the wall and mosaic them to my body.
Can you see it? Glowing with Him?
Let's do it. Let's break the mirrors.
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