Thirty Something

(their beautiful sparkling young eyes)

Turning thirty did make a difference… at least for this lady… I am well over thirty now.  Looking back I had no idea it would change anything, which is a naive thought because everything changes things… every day brings change and just breathing means you are growing, changing and lets face it… aging. 

I was thrilled with the hope that I would suddenly be taken more seriously, once I left the 20s behind… ironically much the same feeling I had as I left my teens behind… now I realize the whole ‘taken seriously’ thing is pride and I don’t want to be too serious about life or I will not age gracefully.

Age gracefully… oh… that has been my plan the whole time I was young… now I took off my glasses and could see myself clearly for the first time since childhood (thanks to contacts) and realised age had been sneaking up on me as it does everyone else… only mine had been hiding behind some dark frames…and I hadn’t noticed for a long time.  The initial realisation had me teary and I was horrified at my human, and very womanly, response.  I was worried mostly that others would notice, and be as shocked at the change as me, and perhaps be unhappy with me. 

Beauty fades if it is just a skin deep thing. 

Obviously some insecurities where rubbed a little raw as I glanced, through contacts, at the over thirty me.

I alone can decide how I am going to react to aging…

Had a good look at my children.  Looking them in the eyes (their beautiful sparkling young eyes) I decided I have to be mom first.  Would I ever stand for my daughters seeing their beauty as only skin deep?  Or my boys overly worrying about their short lived handsome features?  When I behold my loved ones all I want is for them to find eternal beauty in the potters hands… so…

I remembered how I have ALWAYS had an abundance of grace toward my mothers looks, almost romanticism… she has and always will be beautiful!

Contemplated the stunning ladies who have mentored me and written on my heart.  Most where elderly when I knew them, skin deep beauty had faded to a story of life lived on their skin.  Their secret wasn’t cosmetic surgery but eyes still sparkling with love, life and passion.  They had hearts ablaze for Christ and so they oozed fruits of the spirit…

… fruits of the Spirit… something/someone that can’t be bottled and sold… except perhaps bottled into our hearts… as long as we invite Christ’s Spirit to flow in our lives, he will be there to transform us into true and ageless beauty!

TTFN