Mirror, mirror on the wall, sometimes my reflection seems so small.
It was early Sunday morning. Three times, I had changed my mind about what I should wear to preach for the worship service. As I stood in front of the mirror adjusting my clergy collar, I glanced up at myself and thought, “Lord, I feel unworthy of this calling, unworthy to wear this collar, unworthy to stand in front of people and proclaim your Holy Word. So many times, I have failed this week in areas too many to count. Certainly Lord, you could call anyone else in the world, why me?”
As I stood there consumed by my doubts and fears, my precious two-year-old son, Isaac, entered the room and looking proudly up at me, he pointed toward my collar and boldly proclaimed, “Jesus, mommy.”
Oh Lord, that’s it! If I get nothing else right, at least I know that my baby sees Jesus in me; that the congregation this morning sees Jesus in me; that every stranger I meet sees Jesus in me. A powerful reminder of who I am in Christ came from the pure, innocent voice of my baby. Sometimes, we all need to be reminded of who we are, of how important our lives are to Jesus.
During this season of Lent, I have taken more time to continue to reflect on who I am in Christ and how others see him in me as a mother, a wife, and a new pastor. With all my sins, failures, past mistakes and regrets, who do people see when they look at me? The answer to that question was loud and clear on that Sunday morning: “Jesus, mommy,” the two most important words that someone could use to describe me.