Why I’m Not Afraid Of Stretch Marks and Wrinkles
I saw it. Staring into my sleepy reflection at the end of a day that felt like two I saw the creases, the wrinkles in my forehead. I washed my face with ease as I tried not to add unnecessary lines to a once face of youth. I pulled over my t-shirt, as it fell over a soft belly with a criss cross of stretched skin. Months of cocoa butter massaged deep can’t hide the growth of four lives that occupied me as their first home.
Swiftly, the thoughts flood in. The prevention, the brakes, the turning back the hands, the fountain of youth. I need it, how can I get it? How can I stop it? What’s next? How do I hold onto beauty?
Just as swiftly, the Lord whispers reminders and truth. My fountain of youth within my soul overtakes my worn in body. Every line in my freckled face is etched through the smile when he grabs my hand, the squinting back of tears when your mama heart is so proud, the silly faces made to sleepy babies. These precious lines etching my face keep the youth fountain within flowing and spilling over to all who come within my loves reach.
My stretched skin is proof of a divine plan. Proof of a God given blessing. Not all bodies make these kind of marks, but mine did.
I will soon cross over into my 30th year. I don’t want to spend the rest of my precious years fighting the inevitable. I want to LIVE and EMBRACE these sweet years God has given me.
I’m not afraid of the process of aging as I continue to mold and add sweet memory making lines. I’m not afraid to add another mark or two to this soft belly hidden under my blouse. In fact, I want it.
I want to age in grace, humility, acceptance, and joy. Let my inward youth spill over to draw others in and point to my Saviour deep within me. To have the dewy complexion of living a life spent up and used up, preserving nothing, using all I’ve got, and all I’ve been given. all for the glory of God.
Who’s ready to add more lines?
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Well…this post is timely since I just spent four days with my 86 year old mother-in-law. She is precious and determined, and a Godly woman. She has aged…and she has physical issues. To me, aging is a bit frightening, but when I look at people who have embraced life at every stage, I realize that, yes, it is all part of God’s plan. We can’t gain wisdom and learn how to walk closely with Him without growing older and having a few bumps and bruises along the way. There are parts of aging that I truly detest: the break down of the body and sometimes the mind, but in the big picture, God is in control and I stand with you in agreement that aging isn’t such a terrible thing.
Hi Brittany, I am 58,and I say…Beautifully said.
Thank you:)