Monday, October 18, 2010

Beauty is Skin Deep, and Deep Skin Isn't Beauty

Today this thought ran through my head as I looked in the mirror:
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.


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.


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.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Nursery Rhymes Make Me Question Life

I just realized today that when I play the itsy bitsy spider, it is an accurate spider.
Since thumbs are joined in the middle,
you have four fingers on each hand left over,
therefore eight "legs" in total.
I may have realized this before but it felt brand new today.

I find it really odd that "this little piggie ate roast beef". It disturbs me to think that pigs eat beef.

How big was the spider that frightened Miss Muffet away. I mean, knowing the size will determine whether I think she is a sissy or not.