
So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?~Harriet Beecher Stowe~
I stopped by Aldi this afternoon to get some cake mix after seeing this
simple recipe...a sweet and easy ending to a long week and just what a pregnant mama is craving right now. As I was waiting to check out, an older woman (probably close to 80?) was in front of me lining her items on the conveyor belt. Her short, silver hair was neatly curled...her face had a just a touch of simple make-up...and she wore a pretty cranberry cardigan with a soft gray skirt. She carefully placed all of her fresh produce just-so on the moving belt along with her small bottle of liquid laundry detergent. She quickly grabbed one of those shopping dividers to place on the belt behind her items so that I could put my purchases up there too...and then she turned and gave me a warm, kind smile.
I was struck by her
simple beauty...a beauty that seemed to come from kindness, gentleness and goodness but was also reflected in how she took care of herself. She was
neat and feminine in her appearance...seemed to usually
live by a routine (the woman checking her out commented that she was surprised to see her in the afternoon since she normally shops there before 9 am...the older woman commented that her daughter was leaving today to head back home and she put off her normal shopping routine for just
a few more uninterrupted hours with her)....and apparently
eats lots of fresh fruit and vegetables because that was the bulk of her food purchases.
As she drove away in her old pale-blue Ford Crown Victoria, I prayed,
"Lord, let me grow old beautifully like she has...to have a face marked with the wrinkles of kindness, warmth, generosity, compassion, gentleness...the love of Jesus".Not a face that reflects a lifetime of fear and anxiety and worry...facial lines etched from frowning and from fearful concerns. I thought of all the women that Dove used to use on their soap commercials years ago....the Campaign for Real Beauty...real women from all walks of life and cultures with rolls, sags, wrinkles...but with big smiles of celebration that they are alive!
I just finished reading Jon and Kate Gosselin's book
Multiple Blessings and loved what Kate said about her grandmother:
"My maternal grandparents were, in my mind, the epitome of God's unwavering, unconditional love. They lived their lives freely giving their heart, their wisdom, and their gifts to anyone who had need, without one string ever being attached. I valued their guidance, grace, and goodness...in Grandma's presence I knew how it felt to live in the shelter of kindness and acceptance...that day was a sweet reminder of how much I longed to be a conduit of that kind of love for my children, just as Grandma always was for me. Jon valued her wisdom and marveled at her knowledge of the Bible. She would relate specific stories to him in vivid detail and then give him chapter and verse so he could check it out for himself if he wanted. Grandma didn't just preach God's Word; she lived and breathed it."Oh the beauty of a quiet life that is well-lived and loved. May we each have the grace to grow old with the fruit of Jesus' character bearing beautifully in our everyday lives...so that one day as we are just walking about in a grocery store, other young mothers will be encouraged as they see Jesus clothed there in simplicity in us...wrinkled and gray yet warm and bright and welcoming.