Recently, I was reflecting on my walk with Christ and how I have been transformed by renewing my mind (Romans 12:2). I went from being broken in every area of my life to being made whole even while walking out my healing process. No longer being led by unstable emotions. No longer pretending. No longer boasting in myself. No longer giving into temporary desires.
That led me to feeling sad because I thought of people that still live in that place of brokenness. The place full of pride that won't allow them to cry out for help and be saved, like Peter (Matthew 14:30,31). The place of constant confusion and restlessness, drowning in burdens they were never meant to carry in their own strength.
Then suddenly, the Lord showed me a shattered mirror. I saw how different shards of the shattered mirror represented different wounds in our lives. Pieces of various sizes - bigger shards of glass were too obvious to ignore while other pieces were too small to focus on - knowingly and unknowingly, influencing how we live. I could see how a person's behavior would change when they looked at themself through a broken piece of the mirror. One piece reflected anger, another - pride, another – immaturity. Their reflection wasn't of their true identity but of the identity placed on them due to being in a wicked place without a Savior. Their reflection was altered and all they could see was flesh. No heart. No soul. No spirit. Just a shell that always felt empty.
Holy Spirit reveled to me that many live their lives only seeing themselves through shattered glass because they've never known what it was like to have a stable view of who they truly are. I remember what life was like in that place.
I could only see the rejected version of me, so I made sure to push people away before they could push me away. I hadn’t seen a defended and protected version of me, so I would cuss out people to make it known that I wasn't a pushover. The shard of glass that I overlooked the most was the one that needed the most attention; it made me look small and insignificant, so I stayed in my safe place of hiding.
Shattered mirrors aren't ideal, but they reveal a lot. Once I was tired of seeing the broken version of myself, I finally cried out for help and took Jesus' hand to be saved. When He saved me, I learned more about Him, and I learned about me. As I continue to learn, I notice that the broken pieces became whole. Not because I put the shattered mirror back together but because I chose to replace it. I no longer look for me - I look for Him in all things.
When I look in the mirror, I look for the One whose image I am made in (Genesis 1:27). I look to be set apart (1 Peter 1:15,16).
I no longer look at a shattered mirror because Jesus has given me His perfect perspective. And because He cares, I didn’t have to clean up any of the shards of glass - He did it for me (Galatians 1:4).
Give Him your shattered mirror in exchange for His perfect mirror.
Let Jesus be your new reflection.
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