A Change In My Perspective

There are times when I’ve looked in the mirror and thought certain parts of me I’d like to undo them but the older I get the more I realize it’s all in how I view them. When I see how old my face looks… I could lament my wrinkles and my scars… or rejoice in the knowledge that I’ve been blessed to have made it in life…this far. I could lament that I wear glasses that my vision’s not crisp and clean… or rejoice knowing with my glasses all the beautiful things I’ve seen. I’ve seen our children and grandchildren grow up I’ve seen nature’s beauty all around me and everywhere I look I see how my family’s love surrounds me, I could look in the mirror at my ears and lament their enormous shape and size or rejoice that with these ears I have heard our babies’ cries. These ears have heard all kinds of music, our children’s and grandchildren’s first words They’ve heard every sound from a lion’s roar to the chirping of the birds. Besides…when I stop and think about it… when everything is done…and everything’s been said If I didn’t have these big ears… how would I attach my glasses to my head? So the next time I look in the mirror and see all my different parts that seem defective… I’ll turn around and try looking again this time from a new perspective