I’ve always been the girl who needs a mirror to put on her lip-gloss. I tweak car mirrors to my advantage, borrow the backs of napkin containers at a restaurant and even use the rear-facing camera in my phone.
And today, I used the reflection of myself in the computer screen.
I’d been typing the beginning of a different blog post and the Times New Romans bluntly faced back at me. Black on white. Contrast on blank space. Words in the open.
For most purposes, what I could see was a barely-filled Word document. But then I looked a bit closer.
I almost didn’t recognize that I could actually see myself in the screen’s surface until I needed it and I began to search for it.
And there I was with white headphones streaming from my ears. I was looking back at myself with the beginning of a blog post as the layered backdrop.
There I am.
There I am.
It’s a little bit like when those 3D posters filled every spare spot in the mall stores back in the early nineties. We stood in droves in front of them, tried so desperately to somehow shift our focus, and then pray that the 3D image would appear as perfectly as it did for my uncle and my cousin every time.
It was an eager search for a different reality in the same picture.
Sometimes I feel I live most of my life like a subdued Helen Keller, deaf and blind to what is really going on. I see what is stark and pointed and painful, even, but to see myself well or to see others well is a struggle. I don’t see until I intentionally shift my focus to see what should be seen.
I react to discomfort and hurt and I fill immediate needs with the things that will fix. I look closely at the big things that wound and the big words that steal, but it takes a calculated swing of concentration to see what is true and what is real. It takes that purposeful searching to see myself.
January is a big month for changes. We want to lose weight or stick to a household budget. Maybe we want to overhaul our personal discipline for reading the Bible or exercising. Maybe we just want our lives to be different.
But different doesn’t happen until different eyes are opened. Different doesn’t happen until we see ourselves.
We have to open our eyes to what is in order to know what we need to do to change. And sometimes that is the hardest thing to do. To see ourselves for who we truly are is scary and to see our real reflections takes a courage that maybe we don’t have.
But it’s worth it.
Do we have the courage today to open our eyes?
by Sarah Markley, who is slowly peeking at her own reflection today
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kris scorza-sobieski says
it is worth it isn’t it. opening eyes and then getting to the other side of change. my husband always says the line we need to cross to change feels so far away but is really just right there, a foot away. a step away. when we open our eyes. thanks for the reminder about what is! –kris
Sarah Markley says
yes it is, kris!! =)
maureen says
Thank you Sarah-
For saying the hard things, for looking beyond.
Sometimes the hardest prayer might be: “Show me ‘me’, Lord, as you see me” (maybe just a little at a time?) 🙂
Sarah Markley says
oh yes, show me. that is rough sometimes isn’t it! thank you maureen!
Ashley Ditto says
Love this post! Beautiful!
Sarah Markley says
thank you ashley!
chris Malkemes says
Love this post…that’s what is happening to us over at Arabah Joy.http://arabahjoy.com/
Sarah Markley says
i’ll come check it out when I get a chance!! thank you chris! =)
Sarah Markley says
thanks for the link Chris!! =)
Sondra says
“But it’s worth it.”
Some days, like today, I just need the reminder that the struggle to become better is worth it. Thank you for that. 🙂
Sarah Markley says
yes it is sondra! thank you!!
Cynthia says
Becoming a better me is a journey that I have “learned” to enjoy. Guess what?! I can stay where I am in my journey or I can choose to become the person Jesus wants me to become. Now, this is not always enjoyable, but it is so worth the journey. Plus, taking this “look within,” closes my mouth and cleanses my heart, when I want to criticize or think negatively about others. Sometimes, I feel that I have stepped into the middle of a rose briar path, but I know the thorns and scratches will be worth the new me. Then, I take a breather and get ready for a new rose briar journey. OUCH!!! ~Cynthia
Sarah Markley says
wonderful Cynthia!! =)
Kathy @ In Quiet Places Devotions says
Sometimes, it is so scary to really look at myself and wonder how God truly sees me, but at the same time, it gives me hope because I know He made me and He sees the potential that He’s placed in me for His purpose. Even though it is scary, I still find myself feeling safe and secure with Him, because I know He loves me unconditionally and that grounds me.
Debra says
Hi Sarah,
The idea of looking at oneself and really “seeing” who we really are, is scary.
It was the ending months of 2012 when the Lord began whispering into my spirit. “There’s more.” “There’s more.” “Return unto your first Love.”
Fighting it off at first. Using excuses. There is so much to do; so many issues; so many needs, and on… I tried to escape the mirror. But, one Sunday night while in prayer before church, God reminded me He is in control – not me. I was drawn to Him. To stay. To pray. To tarry in the secret place of the most High.
I knew. I knew that it was time for a new and fresh anointing. A new anointing that only comes from God. I pressed on in prayer, and submitted myself anew. Take me to the Potter’s Wheel, I whispered. I’ll spend the time I need there. I promised to keep coming back daily. It became my desire to feel His hands molding me, shaping me and preparing me over again to be a vessel He could use. The vessel He intended me to be.
The mirror doesn’t frighten me anymore. Each time a I take a look, it’s not always pleasant. Difference is, I know it’s takes time to heal. It’s about the process. Living it. Submitting to it.
Thanks again for sharing yet another great nugget of wisdom and truth.
Blessings ~Debra