God has made everything beautiful in its time.
As I was leaving work on Wednesday and looked in my rear-view mirror to back out of my parking spot, as was startled to see a stranger looking back at me. Who was that crypt keeper in the mirror? Surely not me.
But it was me.
It seems that in my effort to stretch out my last few minutes in bed that morning, I woke up 20 minutes late. My dash to readiness was fast an furious. It wasn't until the end of the day that I realized I had not put make-up on.
And no one said a word.
Well, a few people asked me if I wasn't feeling well.
All make-up aside...I've aged 10 years since Steve died. I am not the vibrant, smiling, happy-go-lucky girl of my past.
That makes me sad.
I miss that inner glow of beauty that being loved brings.
Perhaps God will bring it to me again.