A wife...
A mom...
A child of His.
A daughter...
A sister...
A child of His.
A friend...
An acquaintance...
A child of His.
A sister-in-Christ...
To some, simply a person...
A child of His.
I, as well, know that to some I am an annoying burr who is a constant source of irritation & discomfort. I would be in a grave state of denial if I didn't acknowledge the fact that some people simply don't care for me... But is it me, myself, that they are appalled by? Or is it who I am?
The shell?
Or the person?
As I think about it all...the roles listed at the start, I am reminded of something I have heard my dad say a multitude of times in sermons from behind the pulpit & even most recently,
"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"
Although I've heard that question more times than I can count, this time around has had me doing much thinking & considering...
What do I see?
Who do I see?
What am I looking at?
The Holy Spirit has compelled me to examine further...
When I look in the mirror do I look only at the physical image...
Or at the spiritual as well?
Which do I most examine?
Do I even look past the surface...past the flesh of my face & the state of my hair?
I will admit that upon considering the questions above, my main reason & motive for looking in the mirror is to examine the physical. To evaluate the hair... What do I do with it today? To determine the skin... Cover it or leave it bare? To conclude whether I am presentable for public appearance... Yes, no, make adjustments. Of course this isn't what my dad was proposing when he posed the question, "What do you see when you look in the mirror?" yet personally, from my side of answering, it never moves past the physical when I stand before that piece of glass & gaze upon the reflection before me. But as I have pondered upon this discovery, the Holy Spirit has compelled me to examine further...
Do I look myself in the eyes...
And examine what is beneath?
In Matthew 6:22 it says,
'The light of the body is the eye:
if therefore thine eye be single, the whole body shall be full of light.'
What resides past the physical?
What dwells under the surface?
What is present in the inner places?
Light?
Darkness?
Understanding?
Indifference?
Do I contrive to return the glory to Christ or to honor myself?
Compassion?
Condemnation?
Humility?
Pride?
Do I simply look for the assurance of Christ or to the applause of men?
Quietness?
Whisperings?
Gentleness?
Rigidity?
Do I strive to walk in meekness as Christ did or do I attain to point prove?
Submission?
Control?
Love?
Disgust?
Am I courageous enough to "go there"?
Am I humble enough to acknowledge the rawness of reality once I arrive?
Am I the former or the latter? All too often, if I am honest, although I may attempt to display the former, the latter is what truly resides. In time, the faux can no longer be disguised. Even if man can't see, God does & so do I.
To see past the surface...
To see past the flesh...
To see further than the shell that carries who I am around?
The hair & the skin & the limbs are simply a vehicle by which my spirit is seen. Those components aren't who I am...my spirit is who I am. The inner man is who I am.
As I thought & prayed about this, the Lord placed on my heart Petra's song, 'Take Me In'...
Take me past the outer courts...into the holy place;
Past the brazen altar...to see the Lord's face;
Past the crowds of people & the priests who sing His praise...to the righteousness of Jesus.
Take me past...
Take me in...
To satiate the hunger & thirst for Jesus that writhes within me. For it's not found in the outer area but the inner, intimate places.
The temple or the tabernacle themselves weren't Jesus, Himself, they were simply His dwelling place. His place of residence. Therefore if I merely look upon the structure, I will fail to see the depth & the height...the richness & the glory...the wisdom & the grace. I will fail to see His beauty & I will never know the redemption of His salvation. It's moving past the tangible in order to see & understand that which gave all He had in order to rescue me from the dominion of darkness.
So who am I?
What lies past my shell? The surface? The flesh? My structure? For what lies past is what drives my every action, word, decision.
What lies past is who I am.
Just like Jesus isn't a concrete structure, I am not merely a shell of flesh.
Going deeper & considering all of this sharpens me to intentionally & genuinely examine my heart. To see what Jesus sees. To be real with myself. To acknowledge where the latter overshadows & trumps the former. To take those things & those areas & those attributes that mar my inward reflection of Christ & place them at his feet. To seek Scripture for instruction to correct that which mars & to search for tools to equip & empower me to emulate Him all the more.
Love... Joy... Peace... Long-suffering... Gentleness... Goodness... Faith... Meekness... Temperance...
Love... Joy... Peace... Patience... Kindness... Goodness... Faithfulness... Gentleness... Self-Control...
Regardless of how you word it, describe it or display it, the reflection is Jesus.
And it doesn't matter what role I am walking in...whether I am being a wife or a mom, a daughter or a sister, a friend or an acquaintance, a sister-in-Christ or simply a person, who I am should never fail to show forth Jesus. In both the spiritual and the physical for the physical typically follows the lead of the spiritual.
I want my whole body to be full of light...the light of Jesus.
The light of the body is the eye;
if therefore thine eye be single, the whole body shall be full of light.
~Matthew 6:22~
And my eyes will show forth how bright or how dim I am allowing that Light to shine.
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Who do you see?
