It was fascinating to see the little girl looking directly into my face, without knowing I was there. She made silly faces at herself in the mirror and struck a little pose here and there. I giggled as I watched her, enjoying her ease as she enjoyed her own reflection. It was an almost spooky experience, but at the same it was enlightening.
What would someone think about me if they watched me from behind my mirror as I brushed my teeth or put on make up? Would He see me comfortable with my own face? Would I come across as insecure? I look at myself, first thing in the morning especially, and think, "Where am I? Who replaced my face in the middle of the night?" In general I am fine with me. Often when I lean in close to look into my own eyes I see myself. Deep in there. And I say, "There you are. You are pretty cool."