I see a
mirror at the edge of the woods. The woods are thick yet there is a small path that
seems to lead deep within. The image in the mirror is the God I’ve worshipped
and prayed to over the years. I’m not sure how the image was formed, but it’s what
I’ve ended up with after many years of following Him. It’s the God that I’ve
been settled on. My relationship has seemed hollow at times but God has been
unwavering and I’ve been content. I would occasionally glance at the path but
decided that whatever was hidden down that way was more than likely something
for someone else. Things were okay the way they were.
Suddenly,
the mirror developed a crack in it and I realized that although I felt like I
was serving the true God, I had only been offered a glimpse of who He truly
was. I looked at the path again, considering a choice.
I then
realized that God wasn’t in the mirror nor was He at the end of the path. God
was the woods. I could stand at the entrance to the path and still be in God,
seeing part of Him as He truly is. But once I stepped on the path, the beauty,
the intricacies, and the depth of who God is became apparent. How had I been
content with the flat, lifeless image of God in that mirror for so many years?
I was content because it was easy. Just enough of God reflected back at me so
that I felt that I was doing my part and that God should probably be pleased
with me.
And yet, how
many times did I turn away from the God in the mirror, somehow sensing that I
was looking in the wrong place?
Now that I’ve
started down that path into who God is, I realized that this journey is not
about me. I can’t help but be in awe of God as He reveals something new to me
at each turn in the path. The deeper I go, the more beautiful He is. I now know that the plan is to lose
myself in those woods—to lose myself in God.
Strangely, the mirror has disappeared.
Awesomeness. :-)
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