The last picture I had was from a wedding about four years ago. The new one is from last weekend. Oh, to be twenty pounds lighter and have my hair grown in.
Although my grandmother was my best friend, I don’t appreciate her looking back at me when I glance into the mirror. I am ashamed to admit that I have bought into this whole youth culture thing and am appalled at how I judge myself so harshly when God loves me so dearly. He thinks I am beautiful! He created me as I am and is not ashamed of me.
I pray that I will I learn to age gracefully and greatfully. g