We laugh when we reference the comic prank call to RCA regarding a video player in which the clock wont stop blinking. The accented man eventually subjects his appliance to a beating only to find...'Oh Oh, crock is still bwinking'...This makes me think of the clock that seems to be blinking in my mind's eye these days. It keeps blinking and advancing! The acceptance of the 40's tries my heart, some days more than others. Those days tend to run something like this: a glance in the mirror to find someone elses arms attached to my body..where did THOSE come from, wrinkles around my lips...uuuhhhh!, gray hair spreading like manure in a field...ya it stinks! God says that charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised...do you think we have to wait until we get to heaven to hear that? How do you accept that woman in the mirror, the one who only turns her own head, in an attempt to make sure its really her? Surveys say that the older people get the more content and happy they become. I wonder if that survey included women? Oh Oh, crock is still bwinking! Calm my anxious heart Lord! XO
