Aging can be a frightful thing, especially when you look in the mirror. There you are – a reflection of your mother – with a face that resembles a road map. Each of those deep lines represents a moment of stress, anxiety, joy, excitement, laughter, sadness and fear. Each of them is a piece of you and your life so far; filled with both highs and lows. Your eyes are barely visible within the folds of time and yet they still retain a little spark of life and fun. You wonder who that person is staring back at you. She used to be sort of pretty and had a great smile. Now the remnants of that smile are held together with dentures and missing teeth. The sagging skin hanging from your neck and arms reminds you of everything else that sags on your body. It certainly isn’t a pretty picture and yet, even though this physical shell I inhabit is failing, I still have hope. Like Monty Python once said, “I’m not dead yet!” I still have a lot of living to do and I hope that age hasn’t destroyed my zest for what’s left here on earth.
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self[a] is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. 1 Corinthians 4:16