Reflections of Reflections

January 16, 2025

The Moon In My Window


Dear Nieces and Nephews,

Yesterday morning I woke up half an hour early, instantly alert, my eyes landing on a mostly-full moon in our upper great room window. Underneath was an identical but dimmer version of it. It took me a few minutes to figure out the reflection was bouncing off the window on the other end of the great room and reflecting back at me. I found myself adjusting my gaze to see only the dimmer version, as the brighter one hurt my eyes.

It was all so sudden and unexpected, I found myself asking, “Is there a message in this?”

No answers came to mind, so I tucked the thought away but soaked in the view a little longer before getting my phone to take a picture. It doesn’t capture the fulness of the image or the moment (where were you, Ellie?), but gives you an idea:


This was followed by a rough day. The pipes had frozen overnight again. (I must confess, Garth: I think I forgot to turn the faucets on at bedtime … It wasn’t the kids’ fault.) As we were thawing them and bringing more firewood into the basement, Sadie (our lab) got down there and Michael caught her eating poison. Three of us spent the next half-hour wrestling her bear-like strength to induce vomiting by forcing hydrogen peroxide down her throat. Then it was a trip to Walgreens to get charcoal for next-level detox. In the middle of all this, I found something in a corner of our home that overwhelmed me with a feeling of failure. A couple hours later I was knocking at the door of a house I’d never been in, admitting something embarrassing to someone I’d never met.

Things got better after that, and my heart lightened. As I pondered it all at the end of the day, I remembered the reflection in my window and found its message.

The moon is a direct reflection of the sun. It can be really bright … almost too bright to look at.

I want to reflect God clearly in my life. But maybe someone somewhere needs to see only a reflection of a reflection in me for now, because it’s all their eyes are ready for. 

“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror dimly; then we shall see face to face.” – I Corinthians 13:12)

Truth be known, on Monday night I was more like a third or fourth generation reflection. I don’t even want to describe that for you. My kids can if they want to.

Here’s the point: Maybe it doesn’t matter how many generations down our reflection is on any given day … AS LONG AS WE KEEP REFLECTING. And that means keeping our gaze fixed on What we are reflecting, no matter what’s happening around us. Little by little, we'll move up the ladder.

“But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.” – 2 Corinthians 3:18

“Though we experience every kind of pressure, we’re not crushed. At times we don’t know what to do, but quitting is not an option.” (2 Corinthians 4:8)

Do not grow weary in well-doing, dear nieces and nephews, for great is your reward!

Have a great day,

Aunt Michelle
Reflections of Reflections
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