I apparently have an intense habit of squinting. I rarely wear sunglasses so this little habit has caused some wrinkles, lines, deep crevices..lol But you know I started thinking about that. It’s not always sun related. I am sort of a deep thinker. So, maybe I’ve decided I don’t mind so much…they represent ponderings, stirrings, joys, and sorrows that have caused God to make me who I am today. Each one represents a memory…some shallow and trivial while others portray the effects of deep valleys. Yet where would I be without any of them? Maybe it would be nice to have them a bit hidden…but then again maybe readily visible is more fruitful. Isn’t it good to be reminded daily of how God brought you to and and then brought you through:) I think so…

There’s a story behind every line
Not always from a frown
Between my brows is a deep furrow
Where I’ve pondered in sorrow’s sounds.

Where the anguish of what is so visual
Grips my heart on my knees
Wrestling that which the Father
Is trusting me to see.

Each day the lines seem to multiply
From sometimes the laughter within
As Christ desires a sweet blessing
That makes me stop and just grin.

Beside my eyes some say crow’s feet
But I call them reminders of dreams
Each one denoting a faith walk
Some mild yet many extreme.

I wonder at times if Christ’s finger
Traces them with loving display
For only He can remember
The reason for each on my face.

I imagine He cherishes them dearly
For I know He watched them first hand
For every line tells a story
Of my journey to the promised land.

(Shelly Wilson, March 8, 2015)