I’m fascinated by the mirror.

And I stare in horror watching my wounds bleed while tears flow down my face.  I am freshly broken and shocked by the sight which hypnotizes and envelopes me.

Come!  Look and see this sight!  Share my appalled captivation and stand beside me to watch.

Do you see my wounds and the bleeding?  Can you feel my horrible pain?  And do you understand the depth of my horror?  Or should I show them to you more clearly and ask you to pause and hear my story?

Will you have great respect for me now?  And do you want to honor me for these horrific scars?  Will you pamper and soothe me and cry along with me?

Then He stood so close I could feel His heat, and He said, “Will you break this mirror and be healed?”

So, I turned away from the mirror for a moment to look into His eyes.

How can You ask this of me when You can plainly see what happened to me?  And by the way, where were You when it happened?  Why did You only watch?  Didn’t you care what happened to me?  I thought you loved me, but have You lied to me about your love all along?

Then His eyes of flaming water touched my aching heart and my astonished mind. It felt like a warming salve that melted away pain and refreshed my hope.

Then He continued and He said to me, “The mirror gives death its power to abuse you without end.  Break it and be free.”

“But what will happen if I do?” I pleaded in fear.

“That is when you will be free and death’s grip will have no hold.  Then I will heal you with My Love and you will share your story so that others will see how to break theirs too. This has always been My plan.”