Maybe it’s just me…
I get busy doing things around the house. You know, picking up things laid down, just running around trying to tidy up a little, not full on clean. That’s a whole other story.
I have this conversation going on in my head…you know where you are asking why can’t s/he just put this where it needs to go and not leave it to me to pick up…Or I could be making up a conversation I need to have with someone.
Whatever the case is on that day, something has me distracted while I’m tidying up things.
Eventually, I will end up in the bathroom and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I’m taken aback. Yikes! Do I really look like that?
I don’t recognize myself.
I see myself completely differently. Well, not completely, just slightly different and I often get a shock when I see myself how I must look to others.
I still think of myself how I was when I was younger and I still feel the same way I did then, so I must look the same, right? I just don’t remember getting older.
I know I’m getting older. I know I won’t live forever. I know one day I won’t even be a memory.
You know, I try to pray for my children and grandchildren, and their children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and I often wonder if someone did that for me. Was someone praying for me and that is why when I think I won’t make it another year, another year comes and goes?
It won’t be long before I won’t recognize anyone, much less the face in the mirror, but until then, I hope I continue to pray and praise the One who never changes despite all the time that has passed.
Blessed be the name of the LORD who was, is and always will be the same.
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