Even as we live out our unexceptional, hum-drum, wondrous lives we are reflections of God’s grace, mirrors of His glory.
It’s an awesome calling for every blood-bought son and daughter.
And an amazing privilege.
Most of the time we’re oblivious to the impact we have on others, unaware of how much God may be using us to be light and salt in a needy world.
Perhaps that’s just as well.
Pride lurks close to our hearts and would have a field day if it saw the quiet, unseen influence we are having.
But the wonder of it all is how our dim light still reflects God’s glory, seen best in our faulty and flawed brokenness, our wounded lives.
He pours out of whatever crack or crevice we provide.
The more we feel unworthy, the more we are prospective channels of grace.
A willing, receptive heart is all He asks for.
A surrendered spirit.
A set apart soul.
And in all the 40 years I’ve been married to my beloved, I have seen him mirror God’s love to me time without number.
Because he loves as openly and unconditionally as any man can.
He always believes for the best, hopes for better, forgives me over and over again.
Sees portent of promise and potential in me long before it creeps into my consciousness or actions.
He makes allowances for all I am and breathing space for all I’m still becoming.
I still struggle to see myself as he sees me, rather as I so often fail to see myself as I fully am In Christ.
But I’m learning – to accept his love, believe in his (somewhat biased) perspective and relax into its promise.
The poem below appears in the anniversary card I’ll be giving to him this Sunday morning.
In your eyes I see
reflections of all
I truly long to be
A woman of wisdom
A thing of joy and beauty
A person of great worth
And in our marriage unity
we reflect the complexity
of the 3 strand cord
A blessed trinity
A depth of love
A mirroring of God
Earth stands in awe
of holy intimacy