The Real Me
Mitch you always seem to understand so much more than what I can understand.
I prayed before sunrise this morning, confessing my failings, admitting my fears, seeking to better know my God. Later on, at the bathroom mirror, I was startled to see the face of an adult staring back at me. Why? Because I’d suddenly realized that the real me was not the adult I saw in the mirror, but the child who stood before his Creator this morning.
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”