Monday, February 11, 2013

My Real Age {Mostly The Truth}

Since I last blogged I might have had a birthday.  I'm not at the age where you throw a big party or anything but I will say this, as of next year, I officially have to round up.

Until then, I am comfortably in my {just about} mid thirties.

My birthday was nice.  I didn't get out of my PJs until noon which is some sort of record for me.  Let's face it, I get dressed to my jewelry and shoes even when I have the stomach flu.  But this year, I just hung out in PJs and played with the kids and ate cheesecake for lunch.  Yes.  You read that correctly.  Cheesecake for lunch.  Amen.  After that we got a couples massage and then went to a murder mystery dinner at a comedy club with one of our favorite couples.  The dinner was over-the-top cheesy in the best sort of way.  I loved it because I had never done that before and always wanted to.  My hubs knows me well.

Here is where I get to the point (or as close to one as you're gonna get).

Tonight I was looking in the mirror.  One of my New Year's Resolutions is to stop treating the mirror like my enemy or tool of torture.  Anyhoo, I just looked at my face and it dawned on me.  I am not 22 anymore--I'm not even in my 20s.  Next year I have to round up!

Look at those lines across my forehead.  Look at those crow's feet.  Oh but don't worry because I have a zit on my chin.  Winning.

Just like that my resolve to treat my mirror like a friend instead of my nemesis was done.  D.O.N.E.  Crow's feet.  Wrinkles.  Dark circles.  Bags. Zits. (BTW, zits and wrinkles should never be an option.  Are you kidding me?!?!).  Fried, dried hair ends.  Awkward length. Thin eyelashes.  Are those lip wrinkles?  Can lips get wrinkles because I might have them.  Gawwwwwkkkk!

Please keep in mind this was a time span of about 30 seconds but in that 30 seconds, I pretty much tore every physical facial feature I have to shreds (and I'm pretty sure a bit a confidence, too).

Then I remembered my resolution.  The mirror was my friend.  I made myself do what I promised I would do when I made the mirror my enemy.  I replaced the lies with a truth.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Wonderful are His works.

I am beloved.

I am precious in God's sight.

Those who look to Him are radiant.

He has made everything beautiful in its time.

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

There.  I said it.  The Truth as I believe it ... as it is written.  See, I can tear myself down by the lies I believe but I can also claim truth ... I was made by a God who only makes good stuff--that makes ME good stuff.

I stared at myself a minute more.  I am not 22.  I don't look my age {humor me if I just spoke out of line} but I don't look totally young either and you know what, I'm okay with that.

Those wrinkles are making me beautiful in my time.  Those crow's feet are radiant because of the laughter that accompanies them. Those lip wrinkles ... well, those are still a mystery but you get what I am saying.

The truth is my real age has nothing to do with my real identity.  Whether I am young or old, perfectly dressed or in PJs, I am beloved.

And that is something to smile about (even if smiling causes lip wrinkles).

Today, remind yourself of your value and worth; remember how you look is not where your identity lies.  Whose you are is your source of beauty and radiance!.  "Strength and dignity are my clothing; I laugh at the time to come "(Proverbs 32:35) (but maybe hold the wrinkles).