I looked in the mirror this morning
 and saw bulges that didn’t exist in my youth.
 I choose to see that my heart bulges with love
 that far surpasses the dimensions of my waistline.

 I saw wrinkles that crisscross my face
 like ski slopes down a mountainside.
 I choose to see these as remnants of battles won,
 laughter and memories made.

 I saw snow white hair 
 sprinkled with gray.
 I choose to see the crowning glory
 of a life blessed and fully lived.

 I saw eyeglasses to correct sight 
 blurry with age.
 I choose to see eyes that  have grown better 
at focusing  on the important 
rather than the superficial.

 The mirror told me a story.
 I choose to remember that what it reveals 
is only a  part of my story. 

II Corinthians 4: ¹⁶ For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day

I Corinthians 13: ¹² For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.