A Look Upon the Mirror
As I swiftly walk through the halls, stressed by the rush of the day, frazzled by the race of the moment, a reflection catches my eye. I suddenly stop, swept in by what cannot be my face. I analyze the face staring curiously back at my own. The deep, brown eyes seem fascinated by what remains unknown. This cannot be my reflection. The signs of exhaustion and anxiety hold tightly to what they claimed as their own. Momentarily, the picture changes. No longer am I looking at a girl, confused and concerned about tomorrow, but a child, resting in the security brought to her by her King. Everything around her seems to be as nothing. The noise, the chaos, the concerns, they fade away. The child and I exchange a few glances before her picture begins to grow faint. As the reflection morphs into its original state, my mind races once again, and everything fades back to its original levels of insanity. Searching anxiously, there is yet nothing I can do to find that calm, quiet, young child staring wonderingly at my face. The face that I am all to familiar with stares back at me, questioning why I analyze my own reflection so regularly to find something different than what is inevitably there.
Can I ever find my worth the way God sees me? The concerns and so-called priorities of the day seem to find ways to be ever more important than the intimate relationship with my savior, my hero, my King. Yet distractions readily clutch my reflection and tell me to work harder to earn my worth, my significance. Why does the voice of God so easily lose its meaning? Why can I yet find my worth in so many other things, but know their satisfaction is for but the whim of the moment? When will I cease striving and just search earnestly, yearningly for the God that is enough?
My reflection does not have to be this way. The deep cravings that overcome me so readily, that I succumb to simply to feel satisfaction that only leaves me emptier than before, they do not have to rule my every decision. I can fight against them, but not alone. I can resist them, but not alone. I can defeat them, but not alone. Thankfully, I am never alone. In the mirror, I see the hand of God, holding me. He is helping me work through my identity because I am not defined by what I can or cannot successfully accomplish. My worth is not found in my successes. My identity is far from this world. I am HIS.
Remember whose child you are this week. Your face in the mirror is not determined by the swirling opinions around you. You are beautiful because you are a child of God!