Black Out the Mirror

I’m sitting in the parking lot, my car running, the heat blasting; it’s the first time I’ve been warm all day. I have my phone plugged into the cigarette lighter because I need a steady stream of current in as I run that battery down.

How long can it take a woman to get celery and creamer at the grocery store? It depends on how many children she has loved on all day. When I left, there were six children playing smash-toes on the trampoline. I am unfamiliar with this game, but the title promises it will end with tears.

My mentor is on the other end of the line. And we are laughing about how coffee-mate will kill us, and how we should quit. And I am telling her what I am afraid of with this new project–how I’m scared my work won’t matter. Like always, I am trying to fit too much into one conversation and I can hear her talking, responding, but I am only half way through this problem I am having. I finally stop to take a breath and listen.

“What’s that you said?”

Did she really just tell me my coffee mate was an idol? I laugh. She might be right.

And then we talk about my fears. We speak of the Lord’s power and how His provision dwarfs my needs. How His message echoes without static and that if I am part of that message, then He will carry the words.

I inhale. I exhale. I almost forgot.

I am focused on the being known instead of on the knowing. So I wrote this as my prayer last night:

 

My life of infamy

Has been a dark hall never-ending

Lined with locked doors seldom budging

I saw faces criticizing

 

My life of infamy

Has been lonely for the living

Empty while I keep filling

Arms full of wealth decaying

 

And I stand before my reflection

And me is all I see Lord

I’ve taken hostage of Your likeness

Black out the mirror—Set me free

 

Lord, I want to make you famous to the nations

Lord, whisper your name in the ears of children

Lord, blind me by your glory – only glory

Let your glory humble me.

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