Marks of Love
I have wrinkles, freckles and dark circles. I can choose to see them as blemishes or marks of beauty, wisdom and endless hours of love given to those I nurture. The greatest beauty is a life well-lived.
What are your marks of love? Do you despise them or do you nurture and cherish them? Each day we have the choice to look at ourselves in the mirror with love and appreciation or discouragement and fear. What will you choose?
