I like the old & new.
It's the perfect combination
Buildings tell such stories
with their crusty bricks
and cracked corners,
faded signs and peeling paint...
Our lives do the same.
These wrinkles tell my story.
Of my cries and joys.
My favorites are my smile wrinkles.
(You can never have too many of those.)
Who I was is not who I am.
And the same to you.
But what we hold from the past
affects our forward motion.
So I'll hold on to trials that made me stronger,
to people who stretched my character,
to memories that built my house,
and I'll keep Christ as my cornerstone.