Reflections in the Mirror


As I looked into my smudged mirror, it hit me. When the mirror is smudged, we don't see our true reflection.

Those smudges distort reality. There is no way to see who you really are when the lens that you are looking through is dirty. Yes, this is an analogy, but we have all been there. Only when you make the choice to clean the glass will you see the true you.

God wiped our "mirror" clean when he died on the cross for us. His precious blood covered any and all sins of humanity. As women we sometimes fall into the trap of self loathing. In other words, seeing your reflection in the mirror causes utter disgust. We have to realize when we let our reflection rule our lives, we can't be all that God has called us to be. How can we hate ourselves when God took away all of our excuses? That is essentially saying that God's sacrifice wasn't good enough. Genesis 1:27 says, "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them" (NIV). God loves us just the way we are, so why do we have such a hard time loving ourselves? (We should strive daily for our reflection to become more like God, though)

If we could ever get this concept embedded in our hearts, we would be changed. The problem is we let the media's agenda play over in our minds. Each time we see a stick thin model with tan skin and large breasts, we file that away in our memory bank as motivation for change. Don't misunderstand me. I'm all for writing your vision down or having an inspiration, just don't let that motivation turn into self-deprecation.

Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Image Credit: My very talented friend Jordan Moreau. Check out her awesome work at Jordan Moureau Photography!

Comments

tam7777 said…
So true, we need to see ourselves as Christ sees us--which is righteous, healed, prosperous, etc. Great post!
4:09 PM
Anonymous said…
Clear vision, with regards to your life and who you are, is probably one of the most valuable things you can have.
10:37 PM
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