Thoughts in a bathroom mirror
I was standing in the bathroom, thinking and looking at my face in the mirror. I was thinking: if I ever get published, this is how I'd like my photo to be on the inside cover. My hair was, for once, looking reasonably well-groomed with just the right amount of disarray at the front where it sweeps across above my forehead. I smoothed a bit at the back that was sticking up slightly, making my head look strangely distorted. It bounced back up. I ran the tap to wet my hand and forced the errant hair into line.
My eyes were a bit sunken but deep in thought and the expression was likewise suitably pensive, a slight frown and the mouth set. The collection of wrinkles added to the impression of wise reflection. There was a line down one side of my face, slightly redder than the surrounding skin, probably left by the couch when I fell asleep in front of the television. But, somehow, this just assisted the impression of rugged determination evident in the general expression. I noticed that the jawline was sagging a bit more and that two new lumps of flesh were beginning to fall away from the chin. If I moved my jaw slightly, these grew and shrank accordingly. The effect was not unpleasant; it had not been remarked before, that's all.
I am getting old and have no regrets about it. Yes, I thought, this would make a suitable photograph, worn but not defeated, obviously intelligent. Then I noticed that there was a piece of skin flaking off the very tip of my nose. I scratched it off, leaving a tiny red spot. Who am I kidding, I thought. I looked up and smiled at God.
If anyone thinks they are something when they are not, they deceive themselves. Each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride in themselves alone, without comparing themselves to someone else, for each one should carry their own load.
Galatians 6: 3-5 (NIV)
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