Here’s a real throw back to another time and place. This must’ve been about 42 years ago, judging by the hair on my husband’s head and face. Mine was short and designed for ease of care with three little ones to attend to. All of our haircuts were done at home. We didn’t have much then. In fact money was always short for us, even for the brief time that we had it.
My girls were dressed in homemade outfits made with my Viking Sewing Machine, which has survived for almost fifty years. After our move, I hadn’t bothered to use it for a whole year. When I needed it, I noticed the bobbin case was missing – rending it virtually useless. I guess God is trying to tell me I need to give up sewing.
When I look at these old photos, the one thing that stands out for me is that we’re all smiling. Either we were all born actors, or we were genuinely happy. Those smiles have dwindled over the years. They’ve been replaced with wrinkles and lines where the smiles used to live.
As we grow older, our tempers grow shorter – we look at things differently – we sometimes feel invisible, because we’re hardly noticed – we become sarcastic, short fused and grumpy. However, even in the oldest of faces, there is still the capacity to smile. I hope I die with a smile on my face. I wouldn’t want to greet my God with a grumpy face. Of course I won’t, because He’s promised to renew us and restore us to perfection when we enter heaven. My smile will be a permanent thing there and I’ll have my own teeth, no wrinkles, renewed strength and energy and perfect in every way. I can’t wait!