Kari Tyree

I want to return again to A Circle of Quiet by Madeleine L’Engle one last time before I shelve the book for a while. An idea she explores that has stuck with me is the idea of mirrors and how they help us see ourselves. Of course, as she writes, “[t]he bathroom mirror tells us a certain amount about our outside selves.” But in the same way that a mirror reflects us to ourselves so we can see what’s going on with our hair or clothes or makeup, we find figurative mirrors, people in our lives, that can help us understand who we are. L’Engle puts it this way:

I don’t know what I’m like. I get glimpses of myself in other people’s eyes. I try to be careful whom I use as a mirror: my husband; my children; my mother; the friends of my right hand. If I do something which disappoints them I can easily read it in their response. They mirror their pleasure or approval, too. 

I think L’Engle is right: we have, whether consciously or not, “mirrors” in the people around us, especially those to whom we’re closest. However, there is danger here. L’Engle goes on to say that “we aren’t always careful of our mirrors.” How true! I realized as I read that passage that many of my struggles with anxiety stem from looking into the wrong mirrors to understand myself. L’Engle describes comparing herself to the picture of a perfect housewife and mother that other women around her apparently held, and feeling like a failure as a result. For me, the false mirror is often not even rooted in another person’s expectations, but rather in my own false expectations for myself.

Struggles with feeling incompetent, inadequate, too reserved, too timid, and too lacking in confidence have often plagued me. I have felt these struggles with regard to school and work and relationships. But these struggles, I’ve noticed, are frequently based on a vague image I have in my head of what the ideal woman is supposed to be like. Since I don’t measure up to the imaginary ideal, I am somehow a failure. No one else is even telling me these things; I’m just making them up! How ridiculous, I might say to myself. Nevertheless, there that image is, in my head. However unsubstantiated and underdeveloped this image may be, it’s difficult to shake.

What’s the answer? Well, as L’Engle suggests, choose mirrors carefully. I find that, like L’Engle, I can often get a truer picture of myself from my closest companions whom I trust than I can from my own prejudiced viewpoint. My sister, who is mysteriously capable of reading me like a book, can tell me when I’m truly off base and behaving poorly, or encourage me when I mistakenly feel down about myself. But, more importantly, the ultimate mirror I should look into for a true self-understanding is the One who knows me most intimately, the One who created me and has adopted me as His daughter, the One who loves me without fail or change.

For this reason, I cherish Psalm 139. I can declare with the psalmist that God is “intimately acquainted with all my ways” (verse 3). Therefore, I can also ask God to “search me . . . and know my heart; / Try me and know my anxious thoughts; / And see if there be any hurtful way in me, / And lead me in the everlasting way” (23-24). Much like a good accountability partner (a trustworthy mirror), except, unlike a fallible human, able to see the depths of my heart without any confusion, God can understand my deepest motives, know and relieve me of anxieties, convict me of any sin, and guide me in the truth.