Prayer for Today: See My True Image in the Mirror One of the hardest things in life, I have found, is to look, REALLY look, in the mirror, into my heart of hearts and see and hear what I have done.... especially when what I have done has undermined my mission, my purpose, my raison d’etre... and I don’t want to see, refuse to see. No matter what my intention was, I need to ask myself, “What was the end result?” The best intentions can lead me into places that appear shiny and new and beautiful and glorious... and the shininess dims considerably when I look and see the shorn locks all over the floor. One of the hardest things is to look myself in the eyes and deep into my soul and allow myself to see that those I call haters-- because they called out to me to bring my attention to what I was really doing and not what I imagined or pretended to be doing-- those “haters” are really the ones who persisted in loving me... enough to stop what they were doing and reach out to me to tell me what they saw. They stepped out of the dance and touched my shoulder to speak lovingly to me to tell me. And I deny them because I don’t want to know. I call them names because I don’t want to see. I lock arms with the champions of my newfound popularity/wealth/knowledge because I don’t want to acknowledge my human-ness. I turn my head away from the image in the mirror that is less than perfect. I don’t want to own my shortcomings, faults, failings.... I don’t want to face the song of my soul because the music I’m dancing frenetically to is pulsing and dramatic and vibrant. Ah...but I DO. So... Blessed Mother, Holy Spirit, Lord Jesus, All the Saints and Angels and Holy Men, Women, and Children, I beg of you: Help me look hard into the eyes staring back at me, defying me. Help me step from behind my words decrying the haters into the light of recognizing when I have fallen away from my purpose. Help me stand-- alone, perhaps, in shame, probably, in embarassment, likely. But help me stand. Help me soften my heart and hear the words of those who are brave enough to speak the holy words of truth. Help me open my eyes and ears to see and hear the songs of those courageous enough to take the chance of losing my affection so that I may find my path again. Help me see my true image in the mirror-- the whole view, the entire picture so that I may see the shadows behind my eyes and heart and correct my direction. Help me put on whatever lenses I need to see without the distortions of my ego. Help me look at my truest self, my truest purpose, my truest mission, and hear, really hear, and see, really see what I’m doing. Help me draw from that reflection looking back at me the woman behind the mask, the woman beyond the ego, the woman who abides in my heart of hearts and sometimes needs those “haters” to step up and shake my shoulders to draw me back into my real self. Help me see, really see, my true image in the mirror. And know that those who love me, really love me, will not go peaceably into the night; And know that I, only I, make the final choice. Do I choose truth? Or the mask of truth? Blessings. ©paulaksgardner, 2014. .
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 19:37:30 +0000
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