We all have our quirks, our idiosyncrasies. One of mine is that I seldom see myself in a mirror. I can shave, brush my teeth, and brush my hair, but I have no memory of what I look like. Suzy might ask, “How did you cut yourself?” or say, “You missed a spot.” I have no idea.
Now I am sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with my quirk, but it’s not the point of my morning’s meditation. (I am comforted, I am not alone in my quirk, read James 1:22-24.).
What’s important is for me to remember is that the image in the mirror is a unique reflection of an image created by God. Each of us are partial images of the divine. Reflections of life and battles waged.
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