Magic mirror in my hand.
Show me what I need to know.
Help me to understand the way,
Guide me in the path to go.
Magic mirror now forever broke,
You led me for a long time so well.
You hold me now and forevermore,
Magically in your spell.
Sad memories are like broken mirrors.
You have them in pieces until they’re gone.
You throw them away, but the reflection remains
For you to see your past like a sad song.
Sad memories can remain in the past,
No need to feel them anymore.
We can let them go and look ahead.
So, life can be better than before.
The mirror in the picture isn’t magical but, in a way, to me, it is. It belonged to my mother, and I can remember seeing her hold it as she looked in it to check her hair and makeup. I have had it in my possession for about fifty years now. It has been precious to me because it was hers, not because of its value or beauty. It was once a very pretty mirror, but the years have changed and deteriorated that. And it’s magic only comes because it belonged to my Mama. I hold it and see her.
It’s funny how we put emphasis, and such importance, on material things that won’t last. They become weak, brittle, worn down and they break. Or we break them like I did my Mama’s mirror which makes us saddened, maybe even distraught. Sometimes as distraught as when we lost the object’s owner, our loved one.
Matthew 6:19-21 (ESV) says, “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
I still haven’t thrown away the broken mirror. I guess I’m still hanging on hoping for its magic that it really never had. I’m praying hard to let it go, and I know I will throw it away. It’s of no value to me, heaven holds my Mama and heaven is where the true magic is.
We can be happy with our treasures we obtain here on earth. But we must be happier with our treasures that we’re storing up in heaven.
Unraveled Encouragement 