In general, I try to avoid mirrors that show me my imperfections. I’ve never liked watching myself in the wall mirror in a Zumba class (in those pre-COVID days), or watching myself walk along in a mirrored hallway. I have flat feet. Sometimes I’m bloated. I never know how to hold these long arms of mine. Zoom calls are a constant reminder of the zit I forgot to cover, or hair that won’t stay in place. How many times have you ducked out of the way when someone tried to take a picture of you? It feels like the further along we get in our walk with Christ, the more…