Kaye grabbed her car keys and stopped for one more quick glance before going to work. The image in the mirror flickered ever so slightly so that she didn’t notice. She peered close, saw nothing unusual, then headed out to begin her day.
Unknown to her, her likeness remained imprinted on the glass mirror, shimmering and then contorting. It sprang from the mirror only to be pulled back by an unseen force.
The young woman kept herself busy at the department store counter where she worked. There was little time for anything but business, but in the back of her mind something nagged at her. Every so often she heard the words whisper in her mind: as a dog returns to its vomit.
The drive home traffic slinked along. She turned on the car radio and hit the “scan” button. The first station picked up was playing a song from her past, something she’d enjoyed years earlier. Her mind drifted to the last party she attended and heard the song. She felt an unusual pull to the past, to those old days. Yes, there was alcohol and drugs and sexual escapades, but she’d been among friends. Something within her yearned for those days again.
In the hallway at home, Kaye’s image reappeared in the mirror and smiled wryly.
Her attention returned to the road when the driver behind her started honking. Traffic had moved but Kaye had been caught in another world … a former world pulling hard at her. She’d reformed after attending church, yet she felt herself being pulled back into where she knew even angels feared to tread.
Reaching home she noticed that Martin’s car wasn’t in the driveway yet. It wasn’t like him to not be home yet. As she thought about her life with her husband and how much she’d changed her cell phone rang. It was one of those “good” friends from the past whom she hadn’t spoken to in ages. She let the call ring to voice mail and went inside.
The keys went on the peg by the door and her purse dropped to the floor. She was drawn to glance in the mirror. Kaye jumped, startled by what stared back at her. It was her … but it wasn’t her … at least not who she remember herself to be. A hand jutted from the mirror, grabbed her by the neck and drew her in close.
An eerie voice cackled, “You thought you could get away. You thought it would be different. You are the same person you’ve always been. You can’t escape the past. You can’t escape me. I am your life.”
She screamed in horror as she was sucked into the mirror and disappeared forever.
You have not so learned Christ, if indeed you have heard Him and have been taught by Him, as the truth is in Jesus: that you put off, concerning your former conduct, the old man which grows corrupt according to the deceitful lusts and be renewed in the spirit of your mind, and that you put on the new man which was created according to God, in righteousness and true holiness (Ephesians 4:20-24).