Mirrors are a reflective surface. That’s no big surprise. Whatever, or whoever is standing in front of this shiny sheet of reflective glass will ultimately see themselves staring back at them. My grandchildren love making silly faces into the mirror and giggling at their reflections, and our cats stare intently at the unknown feline interlopers who are beyond their reach. On really good days, with just the right lighting, and with hair and make-up done, I almost like the person looking back at me. Not too shabby for a fifty something, one birthday away from sixty, grandma. I can leave the room and the house with a semblance of confidence.
Absolutely everything I just said is true. We are masterpieces. Great works of art, created by the glorious Creator Himself. Regardless of how many lines or wrinkles we have, or how friendly our upper arms are, we are beautiful. Beauty as is said, is in the eyes of the beholder, and God’s eyes see only beauty.
Or with God.