Two people stand before the mirror:
The one you can see, and the one that is me…
Once I was this unique work of art that God painted. But over time, other pictures were painted over top of it, ones of dubious quality.
One day I brought the crusty canvas to God and asked, “Can it ever be restored?”
“Yes it can,” He said, “but you’ll have to leave it with me.”
So I did.
Ever since then, God has been gently, carefully scraping off the counterfeit images. I get impatient sometimes, waiting on Him to finish. But as He lovingly lifts away the layers of inferior workmanship, He’s taking extra-special care not to damage the original masterpiece underneath.
That, He says, is why it’s taking so long.