When I was entering my “year of jubilee”, my close friends gave me a gift that I will always treasure. They went around the table and shared something they appreciated about me. The attention was a bit uncomfortable. I found myself shaking my head and silently saying, “really?!” But their words formed a mirror… something I pull out every now and then, because we rarely see ourselves the way others see us. When the enemy throws accusations and ugliness in my face, I will often look into that mirror. The mirror may be cracked and smudged, but if I look closely I see who I really am… a chosen, redeemed, secure and deeply loved daughter of the King. And those smudges… they are God’s fingerprints.
So here’s the challenge… be a mirror! Don’t wait until someone’s funeral to express to them how they have touched your life. Every human on this planet needs a word of encouragement. Even that young boy behind the counter who has more hormones than brain cells. And that grouchy old man, may just need kindness given in a smile.