Mirror, Mirror!

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” Each morning, that first glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror can color my entire day, especially if I am au natural.  Eeugh!  If you’re like me, mo matter how young or how perfectly your body and face are formed, you cringe at the sight of your real or imagined flaws.  Thanks Hollywood!  Thanks Barbie!  It may be the shape of your nose, or the tip of your ears, or the thickness of you hair or…or… you name it.  If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

As a child I hated my freckles so much so that I saved my allowance and ordered a jar of freckle cream from a magazine ad.  Faithful as I was to apply the gooey stuff, my freckles remained stubbornly visible to this day!  Now, as age creeps up on me, wearing jack boots I might add, age spots have joined my freckles.  Maybe if I’m patient the freckles and the age spots will link arms and I will have that beautiful tan I always wanted!

Since childhood, my cosmetic supply has grown to fill an entire drawer in my bathroom.  Unfortunately the wrinkle cream does little to lessen my wrinkles; the blush I apply to my cheeks only lasts so long; and the shine I spray on my hairdo doesn’t to change my appearance.  Now don’t think I’m against wearing makeup.  I’m not.  There’s nothing wrong with carefully applying a little blush to your cheek or pencil to your brow.  “If the barn needs painting, paint it,” as one radio preacher once said. If it give your confidence a lift and makes you forget your own appearance long enough to care about others, all the better.

When I speak to women’s groups on the subject of self-confidence, I flash a mirror in front of a few of the women’s faces.  Their reactions are always the same.  They cringe and recoil from their own reflection.  Why should we cringe and recoil? Didn’t God say in Psalm 139 that we are fearfully and wonderfully made?

When we stand in the mirror, how does God see us? In Dillingham, Alaska, at the end of a presentation on God’s eternal love for His darling daughters, I walked through the audience with my mirror and stopped before a painfully shy girl of 20+, turned my mirror on her and said, “Do you know how beautiful you are to your Heavenly Father?”  Then I sang the first few lines of “You are so beautiful to me, can’t you see?  You’re everything I hoped for, everything I dreamed…”

Later one of my hosts asked, “Will you pose for a picture with Annie?  You are the first person to ever tell her she’s beautiful?  She’s been shunted from foster home to foster home her entire life.  No one has ever cared enough for her to even take a photograph of her.”  What an honor it was to stand next to her with my arm around her shoulders and grin almost as wide as she did at the camera.

Jesus, the Beloved in Song of Solomon 4:1 NIV speaks to Annie, to me on bad hair days and to you for whatever your reason may be for not liking yourself.  “How beautiful you are, my darling… ALL beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”  Tell me, who are we to argue with the Eternal God?

 

 

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