Wednesday, March 17, 2010
As my mother, bless her heart, grew to be fifty, then sixty, then seventy, and beyond, her face filled with wrinkles. There were many, and they went in every direction. I saw the wrinkles...everyone did, but I saw, too, what years of Christian living had also placed upon her face. That, too, went in every direction. It had been said that a woman has the face she deserves by the time she is fifty.