That Mirror Doesn't Lie

I think it’s a fair assumption to say that everyone has a mirror in their house, and that they gaze into it, at the very least, once a day. It’s probably a safe assumption to make that the mirror I’m talking about would be the one in the bathroom over the vanity. What do you see as you look at it? Who do you see?


Today after work I was washing my hands in our bathroom sink. And, while doing so, I was looking into the mirror directly over that sink. Obviously, I saw myself. As I did so, I started to think about who I was seeing there staring right back at me, right into my eyes as if looking deep inside me. It dawned on me, once again, during that staring match that I can never, ever, hide from myself. I know all there is to know about me—the good, the bad, and the ugly. That mirror doesn’t lie. And it doesn’t sugar-coat anything about me. Nor does it make me any more than I really am. It simply sees me as I am. Just like something else that never lies—God. 


I can hide parts of me from other people. I do that, and I suspect we all do it. There are things about us we don’t want others to see or know about. But as we gaze into that mirror that never lies, we know the truth, and if we are realistic about it, we know that God knows as well. 


I know this; when I gaze into that mirror, I want to see a person who is comfortable with all he has done this day, one who can say that all that he said, thought, or did was right in God’s eyes. Because, if it was, it will be right in the eyes of the guy staring back at me and there won’t be any guilt, shame, or embarrassment.