Wow. This is a tough one. It's not quite Friday, but as Friday is jam-packed with traveling, I'll put this one to bed early:
I see a face that too often surprises me. It's gotten so old. I still like the face and that's a good thing - but wow, time does a number on us, doesn't it? I see eyes still blue, but tired and lived-in. I see hair that is now quite naturally very light - not exactly blonde, however. :>)
I see broken teeth that have been covered by crowns, one of which is not quite the right shade of yellow-white.
I see a smile that is just a tad too gummy, but usually pretty warm and welcoming.
I see too much jewelry - but then I like jewelry and I'll wear it when I'm even older and grayer than I am at this moment in time.
I see a body that has carried too many pounds for far too long, but is carrying just a few less than a few months ago. And that's a good thing, too. Long ways to go..but I'm suffering far less angst than I have in a very long time over the whole idea/issue/situation/reality/neurosis.
I also see an overall image that reflects pretty much who I am - and that is also a good thing. I am female. I am a wife. I am a mother to 3 amazing grown kids. I am Nana to 8 remarkable grandkids. I have pastored all my life, even before I knew I was a pastor and that shows too, somehow. I am a daughter of the Most High God, created in God's image, called to live a life of freedom and joy, filled with gratitude for every step along the journey, even the painful ones.
Time's up.
