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I love mirrors.

Why is that? It’s not because I like looking at myself. Seriously…that is not even close to the reason.

The revelation. The reflection of light. The addition to the space. These are reasons.

Mirrors seems magical to me. A favorite moment in life was when my girls were babies and I would put a mirror in front of them. They were fascinated. They smiled at that baby. They laughed at her. They would touch her with their fingers and move their hands across the mirror as it fell off the edge. You don’t have to teach a child to love looking at their reflection. Fascinating.

Then these beautiful babies grow. They become little people and they love to look at their naked, sweet bodies in the large bathroom mirror as they drip out of the bath and giggle. They love their bodies. Fascinating.

Along come awkward, moody, sometimes sullen teenage girls. Then the mirror becomes for them like I’m sure it is for me. I don’t see it as a fun toy. It shows me things I don’t like. I’m critical. I pick it apart. Well…and I have zits so sometimes I just pick. Yuck.

But I want my girls to see what I see when I look at them not what they tell themselves they see. But what do I tell myself I see? How will they believe me? Fascinating.

Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.” Genesis 1:26 ESV

I have looked in the mirror in the middle of the night. First thing in the morning, like most. While I blow dry and style my hair. As I put my make-up on. After I have my make-up on. It’s okay. I look a little better. Hmm…good hair day! Too bad no one will see me! But I’m make in His likeness? This is beautiful to God?

We look in these magical mirrors but we don’t see what others see, I’m convinced. We certainly don’t see what the God of the Universe sees who made us. If we did, we would love ourselves more. We would be less critical. We would LIKE us.

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. Psalm 139:13-16 ESV

Let me be honest…I would like me more. But that seems vain, doesn’t it? But it’s not. He wants you to love you—or at least be content with you. He wants you to see you like He does. Impossible but the fact that I can even entertain that thought is miraculous to me.

The Savior of the world loves me. My husband loves me. My girls love me. My family loves me. With a covenant kind of love, they all love me. This reflection I see in the mirror—they love that person. I need to love that person, too.

Mirrors…they fascinate me and I think that will continue because I continue to change and age and the reflection changes. I’m okay with that.