Mirror, mirror

Cal framed his smiling wee face with the linked plastic fences of one of his toys.

‘I’m a mirror,’ he said.

‘So,’ I replied, ‘when I look at you I’m looking into a mirror, and I’m seeing myself as you, rather than me.’

As we look at those we love, we become like them.

So important to spend the majority of time looking at God. It’s the only way to become like him. All the rule-following only makes me grumpy. As I look at God, I am changed.

So easy. So difficult.