My Mirror Doesn't Lie, But Sometimes It Giggles (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 11 2019	Views/Reads: 1394/1046	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I can be so caught up with my outward appearance I forget the important part is inside; my soul. The Bible is the mirror I need to see my soul.

I have never been fascinated by my looks, and I don't think anybody else
has either. 

Sometimes, however, I have to spend a little more time before the mirror
to get prepared for where I am going. I must say, I am not fond of 
mirrors and I make it as quick as possible. 

I do not trust mirrors. When I was a youngster, my family lived very
close to Hershey Park in Pennsylvania. One of the major attractions 
there was the “House of Mirrors.” You would walk in and the mirrors 
would distort what you really looked like. 

Walking through, we would always laugh and point to the person in the
mirror not acknowledging that it was us. I could not trust those 
mirrors at Hershey Park, which has stayed with me all my life. 

I had forgotten about those mirrors until recently. I was getting ready
to go somewhere and the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “Have 
you looked in the mirror today?” 

Not knowing what she was talking about I muttered, “Yes, I glanced at it
this morning.” 

What she was getting at was beyond my speculation except that she saw
something on my face that for some reason I had not seen. 

“You ought to look in the mirror before you leave,” she stated. 

I never want to start a day objecting to anything my wife says if I
don't have to. Therefore, to please her so I could get out of the house 
as quick as possible, I went and looked in the mirror and there it was. 


That morning I had nicked myself shaving and did not notice it, but the
blood started coming out very slowly. By the time I got out of the 
bathroom and into the kitchen, the blood had flowed down the side of my 
face. I looked at it, got some paper towels and cleaned up my face. 

“That looks better,” my wife said as I was leaving. Then she said
something that struck me. 

“Remember,” she said as gently as possible, “the mirror never lies.” 

That phrase stuck with me all day long and as I pondered it, I wondered
if it was true. Those mirrors at the Hershey Park lied all the time. I 
was not as twisted as they made me out to be. 

The mirror in my bathroom, according to my wife, is not like those
mirrors. The mirror in my bathroom always reflects the real me. Which, 
as I thought about it, it rather disturbed me. Am I really what I look 
like in the mirror? 

Maybe that is why my wife spends 10 times more time before her mirror
than I do before my mirror. In fact, I am thinking about looking in her 
mirror some morning to see if I am seeing what she sees when she looks 
in her mirror. 

Wouldn't it be great if one morning we got our bathrooms mixed up? I
went into her bathroom and looked in her mirror and she went into my 
bathroom and looked in my mirror. I will know when that happens because 
I will hear some loud screaming coming from my bathroom. 

When I go to my barber, he always wants me to look at the back of my
head in a mirror he provides to see if I like it. I always say to him, 
“If you like it, I'm okay with it.” I never see the back of my head 
unless I am near a mirror. 

In the morning, I glance in the mirror to make sure nothing is out of
place, and then I go on with my day never thinking about that mirror 
ever again. If I had to think about what I look like in the mirror all 
day long I probably would go insane. 

Of course, I spent all day thinking about my bathroom mirror. I have
come to this rather sincere conclusion. My mirror does not lie, but 
sometimes it giggles. If I was a mirror and had to see a face like mine 


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