A lifetime of temptation, giving up, starting again—
follow me into the turmoil of my mind.
My body will never be what I want it to be.
It's too late for my version of perfect.
Age eliminates firm arms, slender waist.
Truth broadcasts itself through my conscience.
What is left? Can I set new goals?
Eliminate old thought patterns?
What if I aim not for perfect body, but loving heart?
What if I learn to care about me, like You do?
What if I see myself as You see me?
Precious, beloved, created for joy.
I am important in my speck of the world.
I am grateful for your patience with me.
I begin again.
posted by Susan DiamondWith a retired husband and a growing blog, that well-known saying is the story of my life these days. For those of you grammas with retired husbands, you may feel the same way. I pray that he stays busy all day, because even though he is no longer working, his mind is not retired, which results in ...
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