mirror, mirror on the wall...

look in the mirror. what do you see?

do you see just a sheer reflection of you?
do you see the person that you want to be in the future?
do you see the person of the past? with all of the mistakes? or even a person that you wished to be once again?
do you see a person that you want to see?
do you see a picture of you that you hate?
do you see nothing?
do you see the world behind you?
do you see a pimple, a scar, or any disfigured part of your body?
do you see just a plain old person?
do you see a person loved by many?
do you see famous?
do you see perfect?
do you see a son, a daughter, or a creation of God?
do you see a mistake?
do you see the greatest story ever told?
do you see a smile?
or do you see Christ-like?

what do you see?

today, as i was running errands with my wonderful mother, uncle, and aunt, i ruminated over this idea of "what do you see in the mirror?" like what would others that i knew see in the mirror when they, from time to from, looked at it. but i never stopped once to think, what do i (me) see in the mirror?

the answer isn't son. the answer isn't Christ-like. the answer isn't perfect, and it's not nothing either. what i see is all of the mistakes and imperfections on my body. yes, it is one of the purposes of the mirror to show you what's on you and what has changed on your physical body; however, i think maybe i've taken it into a new proportion. not only do i see the imperfect me. but i see all of the mistakes i've made in the past, why i am the way i am today. sometimes i see a smile, a grin, a wretched figure, a clean person, but most of the time i see the imperfections, both physically and intangibly.

yes, you should not focus on the imperfections that you have, but about the grace that takes an imperfect you to be one with God. but i just simply don't think that way.

have heart! you are loved by God.

stop breaking God's heart.

blah.

-ajc