Thought So!

You’re Olay as Young as Your Skin Cleanser

I was excited to see that among my Christmas gifts were a 3-in-1 cleanser and an age-fighting moisturizer.  I had to have my husband read the fine print on one bottle to specifically determine its use.  “For removing your face” was his safe, creative reply (he didn’t read the “a” word out loud, kind man that he is).

The box told me that, in just 2 weeks, I would see fine lines and wrinkles reduced by 17%, skin firmness increased by 11%, and skin softness by 30%.  I am determined to stick with this.  Maybe in about 2 months I’ll emerge from the bathroom, and a family member will scream “There’s a strange woman in our house, and she’s wearing Mom’s clothes!”

Never one to fuss much with my face, I washed it with bar soap until I was (get out your smelling salts, ladies) 40.  But I know that, in 10 yrs., I do not want to be on the evening news:

“A 911 call came in today that a 60-yr-old woman had apparently fallen into one of her wrinkles, and could not get out.  Emergency exfoliation crews were on the scene soon after.”

So it was that, with great ceremony, I cleansed and exfoliated and freshened and moisturized in 2 easy steps.  I thought I felt younger—would anyone notice?  After a year of using this, would my skin be so firm that I’d have to chisel off my make-up?  Or, would it be so Teflon-smooth that the stuff wouldn’t even stick?  Check back with me in a couple of months.

Have you ever wondered why it was always the men in the Bible who got new skin? Do you suppose that Lazarus or Naaman received nearly as much enjoyment as Martha or Naomi would have?  I guess we’ll just have to wait until Heaven to experience it.

On second thought, maybe it would be cheaper to use the mudding compound in the garage.  Happy moisturizing!

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O Christmas tray, O Christmas tray

Here’s a carol to add to your collection.  The familiar tune should come to mind:

O Christmas tray, O Christmas tray,

How bountiful your sweets.

O Christmas tray, O Christmas tray,

I’ll munch on you for weeks.

It takes a moment to indulge,

Yet for a year I’ll wear the bulge.

O Christmas tray, O Christmas tray,

How tempting are your treats!

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Hand it Over

Don’t you just love to read the skin-care ads at this time of year?  They make me believe that, with a little moisturizer, even the Wicked Queen could have become Snow White in just a few days (actually, that woman had major problems—don’t think even Vaseline Intensive Scare would have done it for her).

But this time of year, when I can actually file my nails with the back of my hand, I’m always open to suggestions.  One ad read, “Avoid putting your hands in water during winter months to keep them protected.”  Sure.  O.K.  No problem.

At first I thought, who wrote this… a guy?  Then I figured it was a mom who just really needed a break.

“Sweetie, you’ll have to rinse out your own diaper in the toilet.  Mommy can’t put her hands in water during winter months.”

“Honey, will you wash my hair for me?  It’s still winter—can’t put my hands in water. 

“I can’t wash these dishes during the winter months, and since no one else wants to do them….wow-- looks like we’ll just have to get a dishwasher.”

Now, I am being a little hard on the article.  It did suggest things like applying moisturizer and wearing a pair of silicone-lined gloves.  Yes, I have tried all those things (and you thought you were home free with the work part).

Fortunately, the Lord is not concerned about our ability to stick our hand in a pair of pantyhose without running them.  He does, however, look for holiness in our lives, “…clean hands (our right actions) and a pure heart (our right attitude and will)…” Psalm 24:4.  We are often more concerned with the finished product of our actions—the project we’re completing, the program we’re organizing, the meal we’re making—rather than the little actions leading up to the finished product.  As we work, have we used our hands to push people out of the way, or to steal time from something or someone that was more important (but didn’t seem so at the time)?  When we hold up our project and say “Here it is, Lord—I’m finished.”, do you think that the Lord might be looking past it… to our hands?

Hand over your hands to the Lord.  And remember, take off those gloves before you use the oven.

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