Okay, back to the beauty thing.
I saw a program on television about women who were obsessed with getting plastic surgery to improve their looks. Dozens of times they had been "under the knife." Tummy tucks, nose jobs, face lifts, liposuction. They had them all, some more than once. For some, the result was grotesque. Yet, they thought they had improved their looks! Well, you know the old statement, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
I wouldn't mind having a few wrinkles removed and getting some areas that are sinking southward lifted a bit. My problem is, I'm sure the doctor I'd choose would be some maniac who professed to be a cosmetic surgeon but had really escaped from the loony farm. So, I guess I'll just let everything head south. Like I have any choice!
One thing I do have a choice about. I can accept who I am and what I look like. So I don't look like I did when I was twenty. Who of my acquaintances really cares? Do the people that really matter sit around bemoaning that, "Gloria is getting uglier by the day."? I don't think so. At least I hope not!
I don't know why God planned the going south thing as you get older. I do know he does all things well. But, one thing is for sure. I'm glad he's promised me a new body for heaven. I can tolerate this one for a few years since I know the one I'll have for eternity will be a doozy!
Thankful God is going to give me an eternal body, Gloria