Fractured Mirrors

I look in a mirror that is cracked and flawed. Is this what I see; a child of God? We gaze into broken glass, looking for our identities. How tragic that we cannot see the beauty there! All of our striving to be lovable is in vain. All of our beauty regimes will fade. Can we believe that we are beautiful already?

“You are so beautiful, my love! So beautiful!”
“Every part of you is beautiful, my love. There is no flaw in you.”

When we hear those words there is no answering lift of the heart. We turn our faces away disbelieving. Again and again we return to our fractured mirrors to gaze upon our flaws. Preocupied with ourselves we do not see the one standing behind us. There he is, my lover, my friend. His words, they haunt me. If only I believed them, then I would know true security.

“Therefore, I will allure her into the wilderness.”
“His love is better than life…”
“God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved.”

Throw away the mirrors of self judgement that you have held onto for so long! Cast down your defences. Raise your faces to the worthy one. The one who made you in His image. The one who calls you Beloved and Friend. He desires to draw near to you. Listen for His voice.

Lord, help my unbelief. Restore me to your promise. I listen for your voice.