It Seems To Me Series...5.

It seems to me that aging is a work in progress.



My elderly mother complains about her wrinkles and her spots and her inabilities to do as she used to do. I find too, as I grow older that I object to the same aging process. I'm twenty five years younger than my mother and I can't do what I used to do. I look in the mirror and I don't always like what I see.



Then I am reminded...What I see is but a shell. The real me lives inside this aging body and one day it will emerge like a butterfly from it's cocoon. I will be set free from the confines of the flesh, free to fly in my heavenly home.



But will I be beautiful? Beautiful like a butterfly? The Psalmist said 'The king's daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold...' (Psalm 45.13 KJV)



It is my earnest prayer that as I continue to age; as this earthen body breaks down, that life's experiences will not be wasted and they will accomplish what God desires in me and for me; that oneday, I will emerge as one of the King's daughters ...all glorious within and clad in 'wrought gold'.