Perhaps today is the day that starts to show my neglect of moisturizer from the first few years of my twenties.
I know, I know.
Moisturizer is the key to great skin.
And yet, I have pores the size of craters on the moon.
I do not have porcelain smooth skin or an alabaster brow.
This immediately rules me out as being a heroine in a western romance novel or the nemesis in a dime store fashionista book.
I'm okay with that.
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With little warning my hubby mentioned that we needed to leave for his appointment in 15 minutes today.
And then this thought ran through my head:
Why, oh why, did I have a luxurious bath last night instead of the practical one where I wash my hair?
No matter. Oily hair can be semi-disguised by a quick ponytail.
I know, I know.
Lather, rinse, REPEAT is what makes shiny hair.
And yet, I do not have silken hair that the sun shines off.
This rules me out of participating in Pantene Pro-V commercials and pointless hair dye magazine ads.
I'm okay with that.
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And when my kids were yelling in the back of the car planning the start of WW3, this thought ran through my head:
Lord, give me strength.
Instead of yelling at my kiddos, I gently told them to be quiet and asked questions to seek solution, rather than just arrive at silence 'because I said so!!!'
This may have qualified me for actually living out 1 Peter 3:4: Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.
And I'm okay with that.