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Reflections in the Mirror

By Janet Eckles

Out of habit, I felt for the light switch in our bathroom, I flipped it on, but… the darkness remained. My body shook with terror. Holding on to the cold and slick counter top, I looked toward the mirror and saw a dreary gray of nothing. In desperation, I felt the urge to scratch through the glass into the darkness to find even a slight glimpse of my reflection…instead, I found the ugliness of my black world.

My blindness entered my life with vicious force, ripping apart the dreams my husband, Gene, and I had. Our focus was on raising our three small sons and living “happily ever after.”

But the unavoidable effects of a retinal disease with no possible cure turned our joy to bitterness and fear.

Motivated by desperation, I began a relentless search for a cure. My visits to fortunetellers, psychics, and New Age healers caused my bank account to diminish and my frustration to increase.

My despair touched those around me. A friend called, “How are you doing!” she asked, concerned about what she knew I was going through.

“Just fine,” I lied. The truth was I was frustrated, hopeless, desperate, and defeated. I was everything but fine.

She continued, “Well, I didn’t know how you felt but our church is having a healing service, which I think you might like.”

There was my answer–the miracle I longed for! I would be certain to be one of those “lucky” people and be healed. I welcomed this invitation as a much-needed intermission for the wrestling match of my emotions. But instead, this experience hurled me into the mat of discouragement. The service proved worthless. No healing. No miracle.

“Why, God?” I asked over and over again?

While attending the service, my eyes poured tears and my mind irrational thoughts. Chances are everyone present at these services was burdened with some degree of personal problems, but none could be as bad as mine, I reasoned. I resented all those who attended. Unlike me, all were sighted and were able to jump in their cars and carry on with their lives. They all could see and thus were more than capable to resolve whatever their issues were. They could see! But me, what chance did I have to move forward?

My heart became much like the metal folding chair I sat on–cold, hard, and lifeless. But in a subtle and unexpected way, the first breath of life entered my soul. It stopped the pounding of my heart. And with a mixture of power and gentleness, this verse forced me to look up, “Seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you….” (Matthew 6:33 NIV).

A quick sigh slipped from my lips. And momentarily unaware, my sobbing stopped. What I heard entered my heart like a floodlight revealing every detail of the source of my pain—I had been consumed with the desperate desire to see again. This was my priority number one—nothing else mattered. But God instructed otherwise—to seek Him first.

Seek Him first? But how!

The answer came in one word—decision. I had a choice: to continue to sink into my sorrow or look up, open my heart and see what God would do. I chose the latter, I accepted Jesus as my Savior, my Lord and my All. The promise I just heard in this verse warmed my heart like a soft blanket, removing the cold shiver of desperation.

The miracle I hoped for finally became mine. I released with relief, surrendered and let go the bitterness, pain and anguish. I saw the evidence of this renewed outlook back home with my little ones. The proof of a transformed heart was reflected in a renewed attitude toward my family, my husband and life itself.

I recall the time I anguished unable to see my reflection on the mirror. But now with new eyes, I perceived a new image—a portrait painted with the splendor of God’s love, the vibrant colors of His sustaining power, and framed with the golden reassurance of His promises.

©2006 Janet Eckles. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Jan Eckles is an inspirational speaker, writer and author of “Trials of Today, Treasures for Tomorrow: Overcoming Adversities in Life.” (Xulon Press 2004). Jan lives in Orlando, FL with the love of her life, Gene. They will soon celebrate their 30-year anniversary. She has two sons on earth, Jason and Jeff. Her youngest, Joe, enjoys the glory of heaven.
Jan delights when her readers contact her: www.janeckles.com.