I slept on my face again, smashed into the pillow. I went to bed in the mandatory beauty sleeping position: on my back. My face was slathered with a night cream which promised to dissolve pesky wrinkles. By morning, I was scrunched into my pillow case which absorbed the cream and looked, surprisingly, wrinkle-free.
This has reminded me of something I vowed to avoid in 2018: vanity. Wrinkle creams aside, I don’t worry too much about looks or style. (My mandatory outfit is black and formless.)
I may not have much style, but I still need to avoid vanity and think about beauty…true beauty, that is. Here’s a Bible verse which helps me a lot:
Maybe I’ve gotten wiser since I’ve edged into my 60s. I worry about makeup less and smiling more. I worry about my looks less and my spirit more.
Reaching out is the watchword. The prettiest folks are the friendliest. God wouldn’t have it any other way.
I have to admit, I’m not perfect in my pursuit of true beauty. I’m working on it. In the end, I hope folks remember my acts of love more than my looks.
Natural beauty is found in the deep recesses of our souls. It’s the gift only God gives. Our acts of kindness pass this beauty on….generation after generation. — Type A Lady