It’s Friday again. And again I’m linking up with Lisa Jo as we explore beauty in five minutes of pure, unedited spill.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. ~Psalm 139:14 (NIV)
They buried Grandma King in her wedding dress.
My dress is in a cardboard box.
At least I think it is.
I never took it out after it came back from the cleaners.
I’m pretty sure nobody will bury me in it.
At least any time soon.
I used to measure out at 34-24-34.
Perfect dimensions, they said.
Now I’m more like four dimensions.
I sport frown lines, eye crinkles, and mouth puckers.
I have these icky skin lesions, courtesy of my father.
(Thanks a lot, Dad.)
And these freckle-like sun spots on my face that won’t bleach out or stay covered.
I can’t camouflage the dark circles under my eyes to my satisfaction.
When I get tired, my eyelids swell.
And when I get real tired, my left eye starts to droop.
I hate that.
In the car, in the sunlight, I sigh at my “crepey” (not creepy) hands.
I can’t help but tent the skin to assess my state of hydration.
But it doesn’t seem to matter how much water I drink–it still stands at attention.
I’m not what I used to be.
But maybe I’m better than I used to be.
And this is what I’m finding.
The more I gaze on His beauty, the more I find beauty around me, the less I think about myself altogether.
I’m thinking He finds that beautiful.
There is nothing ugly; I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may–light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful. ~John Constable
Love is a great beautifier. ~Louisa May Alcott