The man in the mirror is my harshest critic. He is usually the first person to stare back into my eyes each day. Early in the morning, I am not always sure what he is thinking. I stare back at him and think about the things I need to achieve today. It is often that he will be the biggest obstacle I will face when I attempt to achieve what is important to me. He tells me that I look tired and defeated.
He isn’t the only one who judges. I look at him in the mirror and criticize his shape. I tell him that his body is failing him. I look into his eyes and tell him that he looks tired. When he wants to go to the gym, I talk him out of it. When we go out to eat, it’s me who over feeds him. When he wants to work hard, I tell him to take a nap. When my kids want to play, I make him sit on the couch.
Sometimes he and I do great things together, but it’s easy to forget those things and focus on the negative.
The man in the mirror is me.
It’s me who I have to get over. I am the one who has allowed myself to get in the way of who I want to be and who I know God wants me to be.