I’ve always intended to age gracefully.
I still feel about 25 on the inside, so I just imagined my outside would reflect it accordingly. Boy, was I wrong.
My body—which managed to birth eight babies and maintain my high school weight—has turned traitor as the number on the scales creeps higher. My eyes have changed dramatically in the last year and require fancy and expensive contact lenses for me to both read and see distances (less clear than before) at the same time. The face in the mirror often looks older, more tired than I’d like.
Some days I just want to yell: Nobody told me this was going to happen! I didn’t sign up for this!
So much for aging gracefully.
In April I heard a minister from Arkansas preach on 2 Corinthians 4:16, how our bodies age but the inward man renews daily, and something inside of me clicked:
God doesn’t look at the wrinkles at the corner of my eyes.
God doesn’t look at my waistline or the number on the scales.
God looks at my inward man, the part He put there and whose job is to reflect and glorify Him, that He renews daily.
I look around me and see women whose bodies have aged, but whose lives serve Him by the example and wisdom they share with others. That inward part of them that loves the Lord and that He loves in return is unworn, unwrinkled, ageless. Their service may be less physical, but they serve nonetheless.
This perspective has transformed my thinking radically and I am encouraged.
Does this verse speak comfort to you the way it does to me?
by Dawn Camp, My Home Sweet Home