I was driving all by myself in our van today. So of course I was thinking.
My birthday is coming up. And every year, although the numbers keep adding, I think to myself "I don't feel any older inside... "
I hope that as the outside of me gets older, the inside of me grows wiser. The adding of the years is beyond my control, the maturity of my soul is left completely up to me. Will my heart grow softer as my laugh lines slowly deepen? Time takes us on a pre-determined journey physically. But there is no pre-determined journey for our soul... we decide if we grow in maturity, or if we stay where we are. We decide if our capacity for love will increase. We decide if our compassion will grow. We decide if we will see trials as the thing that will break us or the thing that will make us stronger. We decide if that tendency toward offense will be laid down at the feet of Jesus, or whether we'll keep hanging on to it. Will we look through the same lens we always have, or will we set it down and step into someone else'e shoes, and look through theirs for a change? Will forgiveness flow from my heart without my head getting in the way? Will I finally get to a place where I say with no hesitation, "Jesus, your way is always betters than mine, and I trust you."
My soul is ageless, it is not bound by time, and if I choose to always guide it toward Jesus, will only grow more beautiful through the years.
"Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."
"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, for what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."
2 Corinthians 4: 16-18