distorted reflections
I marvel at your beauty, Lord, and want so desperately to reflect it in my own life. Yet, no matter how hard I try, my reflections are imperfect. They appear distorted, blurred, and undefined. I think it’s possible for others to see glimpses of you in me, but the overall picture they get is perverted. I do you no justice. The reflections of you that others see in me often misrepresent your perfection. In those instances I have failed you.
How can I reflect you more purely, more truly? It seems impossible because your character is too complex and my mirror is too cloudy. When I look at you I see the miracle of varied colors, shapes, and textures. I see shadows and light, mystery and truth. I see depth and height I cannot relay in my limited flat surface. Then your Spirit blows and you are in motion–turning, waving, bending, sparkling in the light. How can I ever capture such grace?
To reflect you flawlessly, Lord, I have to remain perfectly still, silent in your presence. Instead, I rush on with my life, rippling and churning the surface, disturbing the silt of life into a hazy cloud. I pick up debris along the way. Garbage sometimes floats on the surface for all to see. Sometimes it simply mixes with the mud hidden deep. The result is a wavering, distorted reflection–only a glimpse of perfect grace.
If I reflect you most clearly when I calm my spirit and let go of the rush of the day, remind me to humble myself in silence before you. If I reflect you most honestly when my life is free of debris and sin, accept my confession so that my life may be pure and clean. Amen.
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