When I look into the mirror, I don’t want to see my broken reflection staring back at me.
Fill my vanity with erasers instead of concealers.
Uncover my imperfections, my selfishness, my narcissistic
Reveal to the world my flaws so that it can watch you
permanently powder them with grace.
May your brush strokes not cover up, but mend the shards
of broken bits of a work in progress.
Finely dust them into resilient, beautiful scars;
reminders of wounds you healed and battles we’ve won.
Strip the varnish from my fingertips and tint them with an
everlasting reminder of the nails that you stained crimson
Lacquer my heart with a relentless layer of love for others.
Make it so thick with tender desire that I cannot help but
let it pour out of me,
collecting into a refreshing pool that reflects not my own
heart, but yours.
May I glow with the joy of the Son and not the temporary
offerings of a bronzer.
Contour my spirit with lines of gentleness and courage.
Pluck from me the shadowed pieces of a fragmented life
so that when I look into the mirror; I am gazing at a brilliant
likeness of You.