Message to myself:

Dear Self,

I thought I was okay with this whole “aging” thing… It’s never really been a problem for me. But that was before I started noticing how my pores are becoming enlarged, my crow’s feet are spreading and I have to wear my glasses more.

When did all of this sneak up on me? Caught off guard…Suddenly, I find myself looking at e.v.e.r.y. single bottle of “wrinkle cream”.

I’m absorbing these changes. Trying to soak them in and savor them. It’s not always easy. Especially when, during the sermon today the pastor mentioned the “prime of physical maturity” was around 31, 32, maybe 33, and that after that, the body starts into it’s aging process. I realized that I am beyond all of those…and…I am aging…

But, you know what? I’m going to embrace it. I’m going to continue to laugh hard enough that those crow’s feet eventually spread out to my earlobes. Every day that I age, I am that much closer to meeting my Savior face-to-face.

I don’t want to become so absorbed with aging that I miss out on the reason God has allowed me to stay on this earth… aging…Every day that I am on this earth breathing, God has ordained for me.

So, Self, don’t ever worry about getting old. Enjoy it. Savor it. Soak it up.



  1. Oh it is humbling to see those wrinkles when you look in the mirror, but you’re right…growing a little older is better than the alternative, wrinkles and all.

  2. Mark A. VanBibber says:

    Kars, just remember age is just a number. Anyway, I think that the scales and mirrors in my house are in cahoots.
    Love ya,Mark

  3. Dionna Sanchez says:

    Oh! I want to see where your Pastor found his info! HA — I’m with you and resonate with your thoughts.

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