When I look in the mirror these days, the person who looks back at me isn't me...it's my mother! When did those lines on my face sneak in? And what about all those white streaks in my hair? No matter how much we may try to fight it, time takes it's toll on our lives and our bodies. Billions of dollars are spent on the quest for beauty and youth. But, we waste way too much time trying to impress others with our beauty and intellect, and not enough time looking for ways to make a difference in the lives of others. My goal is to perfect who I am on the inside....which will make me a better person on the outside.
James 1-23-25 says, "Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it—he will be blessed in what he does." James 1:23-25
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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