The prompt for this week is…
Every time I look in the bathroom mirror I see more white hairs. And there are some dark spots under my eyes, are those what they call age spots? Next week is my birthday and I will turn a number that I’m still not comfortable saying out loud yet. Let’s just say middle age is well on the horizon.
But if I look more carefully, I can see other things in my face. I can see the smile and laugh lines from a year that has been characterized more by happiness than sadness. I can see the invisible imprints of kisses showered upon me daily by my three boys. I can see the crumbs in my hair left there by a baby who likes to hug by burying his face in my hair, mouth full of food and all. I can see a face worn down not just by age, but matured by more life experience.
And then there are things in my face that the smudged up bathroom mirror doesn’t reflect. All the little shinings and personal speakings I’ve received from my time with the Lord in the Word this year. All the thoughts of thankfulness for where I am and what I have right now, right here. All the joy and love that comes with watching little human beings grow up. All the appreciation for a husband whom I still consider my hero. All the honor I feel for being able to provide a home to so many of our spiritual children.
So sometimes dirty bathroom mirrors don’t tell the whole story. For a true reflection, you need to look around you and within you. Maybe middle age won’t be so bad. Yes, my outer man is decaying, but my inner man is being renewed day by day. In Christ we’re not growing old, but becoming new. So for this birthday, I’d like to consider myself not one year older, but one year newer.