The Story in the Mirror

  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.

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