I don’t much care for mirrors.
I don’t much care for bathroom scales either.
Unfortunately, both are brutally honest.
The other morning I fixated on a mirror. The bathroom one with the glaring six one hundred-watt bulbs overhead.
What do I see when I look in that mirror?
A mop of silver (not grey!) hair tops a too thin face.
Eyes that have seen too much.
The whites not quite clear thank to botched Lasik.
A crooked nose, courtesy of a car accident at eighteen and botched surgery thereafter.
A mouth that’s skew thanks to a bad habit of always resting my hand on one side.
Wrinkles and lines that resemble a road map gone wrong.
I’ll stop there.
The idiocy of this analysis hits me, and I break into a smile.
The mop of silver hair (not grey) becomes a youthful tangled crop.
My eyes sparkle.
The wrinkles become laughter lines.
The crooked nose lends character.
Yup, I just had a face lift.
Now let’s go inside where God looks
Is it a Pandora Box of hatred, envy, jealousy, ugly thoughts with MEAN and MISERABLE scribbled in capitals across the whole mess?
Or is a face with a smile. A genuine one.
Full of laughter and light and love. Kindness. Empathy.
Yes, what does God see?
Cyber Hugs and Blessings All. Keep smiling!
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