• Last week I misjudged the width of my car. The price I paid was the bill for a new passenger side view mirror. Today I tested the mirror and was relieved to see it respond to the adjustment button. The mirror was clean and bright. I noticed the printing on the bottom and realized that I had not seen that for a long time. Years of driving had worn the warning off the old mirror. Now I am reminded again that the images in the mirror are closer than they appear.

I wonder how many other distortions have faded from my attention.

Do I live with the reality that even if I make it to a ripe old age I have more history than future in this body?

Do I recognize that I am the older person that the younger generation is looking to for wisdom?

Is it really true that younger people can open plastic containers without an ax?

Is it possible that there is someone somewhere that can see the ingredients and the percentage of that which is daily required on the side of a bottle of vitamins?

Do I celebrate the precious truth that though outwardly I am fading away, inwardly I am being renewed every day?

Am I confident that this truth is not a distortion in the mirror but rather the gift of a loving God?