My parents had built a large home on several acres outside of the small town of Bloomfield, Indiana. It resembles a Swiss chalet surrounded by a soft green lawn and spotted with beautiful pine trees. It was heavenly and later became like a resort to my entire family.
Approaching the house on the winding crushed stone road was like driving through a park. Mother and Dad had worked so hard on this, their “dream home,” subcontracting all of the work themselves. It was almost finished, all but the painting.
I had done some painting, maybe I could help. That was about the only thing I could come up with to make their work a little easier. Even though I got a late start, one Sunday afternoon I decided to take Brady and head for what we called “the country.” It was about an hour and a half from home, but I I’ve always loved driving through the country. To this day, just mention “road trip” and I’m ready to go.
This particular Sunday we were going to meet ourselves coming back. Because of our late departure, I was not going to get much painting done. Off we went. We had driven about an hour and we began singing. As a matter of fact, we were singing the same praise songs that I was singing in the tub six or seven years earlier. Since that experience, I taught them to my children and sang them at every opportunity.
As we were riding and singing, I noticed a sign by the road. It read, MT ZION ASSEMBLY OF GOD CHURCH THREE MILES, and there was an arrow pointing down a side road on the left of the highway. I knew I was supposed to turn, but I kept on going. Have you ever known you were to do something but you ignored that voice in your head. This was so strange and it was probably just my imagination. I kept driving. After all, I was late and certainly didn’t have time for a side trip.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to stop and turn around. I didn’t know if it was just me, but there was any chance it was the Lord, I was going. Brady said, ”Where’re we goin’, Mom?”
I said, “I don’t know, Hon, but I think we’re supposed to go down this road. Maybe somebody is having car trouble or something.”
We drove three miles down the winding, hilly road until we approached a little white country church, nestled in a valley with a bright green carpet rolling up the steps to the door. The first thing I noticed were the words, GOD IS LOVE carved in cement beneath the glass which told the pastor’s name and the time of the services. When I saw that, I knew I was in the right place, but still didn’t know why.
We walked up the carpeted steps to the front doors. I attempted to open the doors but they were locked. “What was I doing here?” I cupped my hands over my forehead stepped up to the glass and attempted to peer in but had no luck. I stepped back and saw only our reflection looking back at us. Those two church doors were solid glass mirrors. There was even a blemish up on the right door, like there was on my bathroom mirror years ago.
I knew the Lord had brought us here. I also knew there wasn’t another church in the state of Indiana with two glass mirrors as front doors. I was trying to figure this all out as I took Brady’s hand and we sat down on the top step. We said a prayer thanking God for bringing us to this beautiful little church. We then headed back down the curvy road to the highway to continue our painting mission. It had been several years since the “Message on the Mirror” experience, yet it was obvious to me that it all tied together, but how? It was quite perplexing and I spent days attempting to figure it all out.
One night I couldn’t sleep I was going over and over these experiences trying to put it all together. I finally simply asked, “Lord, what are you trying to tell me with the mirrors? What does this all mean?” How do I explain to you how I heard His words, not audionly,yet I knew every word He said to me. I even heard my name.
“Marsha”, He said, “ The LOVE that you give out comes back to you, just like your reflection in the mirror.” I burst into tears right there in bed. I can hardly see as I’m writing this. I had never heard more beautiful words. I thanked Him over and over for revealing this to me. Now, it all made sense.
All of it came together that night. The Message on the Mirror which was, “We have been given power through LOVE.” It was explained and confirmed by scripture. And now, the LOVE that you give to one another is reflected right back to you just like your reflection in the mirror. How beautiful and how clever. Believe me, I never could have thought of that. I couldn’t even figure it out. By the way, there sure is something special about singing praises to the Lord. Brady and I were singing those same praise songs as we headed down the highway that unforgettable Sunday afternoon.
There is nothing super spiritual about me. Like you, I just love the Lord with all my heart. I’ve no idea why all of this happened to me. I have an idea it’s because He wanted you to know these stories and He’s prodded me until I finally put them into words. As I said before, I’m simply “The Messenger.” It’s really all about you. It’s no accident that you are reading these words right now. He wants you to be closer to Him and to realize how much He loves and cares about you. How can He love you more than anyone else in the world and how can He also love me that much? That’s a concept we can’t begin to understand, He loves each and everyone of us more than we can possibly imagine. Amazing, to say the least.
The Message On The Mirror 1971-2013