I think that must be a lot like how God has it–not to sound as if I think I’m anything like God, mind you. But the whole idea–sitting up there behind glass you can’t be seen through. The person down below looks up and it’s just a reflection of themselves, a mirror is what they see. But behind the glass, somebody who loves you more than anything is watching, and is hoping for the best for you, and cheering you on, and is loving you even when you are doing something you shouldn’t be.
Suzanne Strempek Shea, Lily of the Valley