At times we find ourselves peering out through our dimly lit surroundings and realize that our vision has become impaired – not because the sun has failed to come out, but because we’ve let the windows of our lives get dirty and were too busy or distracted to notice. Our relationships seem distant and unfulfilling. We’ve withdrawn and closed off the only source of light that can break through and bring inspiration and fresh insight into our lives.When the windows of my life become cracked and broken and the images are distorted – I lose my way. I find myself calling out to God so that I can cry on His shoulder and ask Him to fix the broken pieces of my life. I ask Him to help me see outside of myself so that I can make a difference in someone else’s life – be a mirror reflecting God’s love.I have a three-year-old nephew that loves to pray before meals. Every night it’s the same. He folds his hands, closes his eyes and earnestly prays, “Thank you God for the food that we bought at Wal-Mart. Amen!” Don’t misunderstand me – this is not an endorsement for where I think you should shop. But I have learned that the sincerity and consistency of a three-year-old who is just beginning to understand the concept of God is bringing to mind my own inconsistent relationship with my Creator. I realize that my ever narrowing perspective that causes me to feel more isolated and alone exists only because I haven’t consistently let Him in to help lead and guide me through this crazy life. He can give me fresh perspective, release me from my self-inflicted guilt, and mold me from a rough piece of stone into a shiny, beautiful piece of glass – a mirror that shines through me and reflects His love.
When the windows of my life become cracked and broken and the images are distorted – I lose my way. I find myself calling out to God so that I can cry on His shoulder and ask Him to fix the broken pieces of my life. I ask Him to help me see outside of myself so that I can make a difference in someone else’s life – be a mirror reflecting God’s love.
I have a three-year-old nephew that loves to pray before meals. Every night it’s the same. He folds his hands, closes his eyes and earnestly prays, “Thank you God for the food that we bought at Wal-Mart. Amen!” Don’t misunderstand me – this is not an endorsement for where I think you should shop. But I have learned that the sincerity and consistency of a three-year-old who is just beginning to understand the concept of God is bringing to mind my own inconsistent relationship with my Creator. I realize that my ever narrowing perspective that causes me to feel more isolated and alone exists only because I haven’t consistently let Him in to help lead and guide me through this crazy life. He can give me fresh perspective, release me from my self-inflicted guilt, and mold me from a rough piece of stone into a shiny, beautiful piece of glass – a mirror that shines through me and reflects His love.