One of the greatest blessings I’ve discovered since becoming a Christian writer is the friendship and fellowship of this diverse community. Be it writers conferences, social media, or other places, God has expanded my world with wonderful, supportive, encouraging friends. More, He has brought teachers and mentors into my life who’ve helped me to grow both in my faith and my writing. I found one such friend on Twitter about eighteen months ago.
Mrs. Julie Ann Dibble is an encouraging spirit who speaks God’s truth in love and with much humility. As many of us do, we support each other’s efforts by subscribing to their newsletters or blogs, sharing or retweeting their posts, and offering encouragement and prayers. Earlier this year, a post from my friend Ms. Julie Ann brought one of my life verses into perspective. I’ve loved Proverbs 27:17 for many years now, and one day I’ll share the story behind why. It reads “As iron sharpens iron, so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.” (Proverbs 27:17, NKJV) Perhaps today this young woman will know how much she’s blessed my writing and my life; and in return learns of the prayers of thanksgiving and encouragement offered on her behalf. My friend Ms. Julie’s post came just when I needed it; reminding me of how important it is to listen for God in the voice of others.
Something my adopted dad taught me as a teen was to make an accounting for myself each day. As my dad explained, after berating myself during dinner over failing at something that day, “It’s okay to fall short of your goal or another’s expectation for you. Most fail in life more often than they succeed, so don’t beat yourself up over it. Instead, take stock of yourself in the mirror before you go to bed. Only you can decide if you wasted your day or not. If you failed at anything, think and pray your way through it, and resolve to correct it. If you know in your heart you put forth your best effort, then chalk it up to learning and rest easy, knowing you can do better tomorrow.”
As a teenager, I don’t think his sage wisdom made much sense, but as I grew older, it served me well to perform that self-examination each day. I have found this applies to my Christian walk as well. There are some days when it seems I am living in harmony with Christ’s plan for my life. Other days, I spend more time fighting to do what I think I should say or do instead of just submitting to the Holy Spirit’s urging. It is only through this act of self-examination I can reconcile myself to God.
In 1992, I was going through major life transitions. I felt I had all but abandoned my faith and was living a much too worldly life. After not going to my Mom and Dad’s home for Thanksgiving (ashamed perhaps that I had fallen so far), I looked into the mirror. At that moment, God convicted me that I needed to change my life. He reminded me of that valuable lesson from my dad so many years before; and He brought to me the words of the poem below.
I seldom share my poetry, because I think it poor quality. Still, I pray these words might one day bring comfort to someone who realizes they’re not who they’re meant to be in God’s plan. Not judgment, no condemnation here; just a prayer that you ask God to help you find yourself in Him when the time is right.Do you regularly reconcile your life to God's plan for you? Click To Tweet
Enjoy the poem…
That Mirror on My Wall
When I look into that mirror,
I oft think what I should see.
Am I my God’s creation,
Am I who He wants me to be?
I wonder have I missed something,
It seems so much I have not done.
When others see me in their mirror,
Am I the same to everyone?
Does the reflection I see before me,
Project the image I want shown?
Does it show all that I’m capable of,
And all the things I’ve come to know?
Does my mirror need a cleaning,
Perhaps some wiping here or there.
And should mine fall from off the wall,
Will any other serve as spare?
I’m sure it needs some dusting,
Not too often, but time to time.
And if tomorrow someone asks to borrow,
Should I give it or scream; ‘It’s Mine!’
I often tire of looking,
From the inside out.
With each passing year, I start to fear,
Will I ever figure this image out?
I guess I’ll just have to keep the faith,
That if I’m naughty, that power will call.
Until then it’s best, I continue to check,
That mirror on my wall.