Confession time:

I am a self professed prissy kind of girly girl. I love the stiletto heels, the lipstick the nails done, the hair fixed (but not sprayed) and i love to dress up. So who knew that age would begin to remold me & change my paradigm? AND of all things, who knew that i would begin to prefer Dansko's with arch support i might add, to my beautiful sling back heels, or how about the strapy sandals that show off my newly pedicured toes? I never knew that my once touted tip toe stance would be trumped by the comfort of standing straight and being able to walk more than a snails pace would win me over. Oh, Dansko, where have you been all my life, please don't tell me that I've been too proud to acknowledge you. Please don't inform me that i really did prefer the curve of my calf from the all day exercise of my pointed toed torture chamber to this relaxed feel of i can walk all day now without toe, heal, or knee pain. Yes it is true, i must confess that as I get older, i much prefer the comfort of well made shoes over the painful yet very beautiful high rise stiletto.

I wonder what else will change as i get older, i shudder to think that i may abandon the Loreal Auburn 6G hair color....

Layers like onions.

This is what comes to mind when I think of all the different layers that must be dissected by the Holy Spirit, before the real us comes forth.

Are we as transparent as we like to think of ourselves. How many different walls do each of us have erected in front of the gate (s), the moat, the fake smile, the "I'M FINE", all of the different filtering systems we have in place to keep the heart safe and secure from any harm that may be out there lurking?

Rambling thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon