It's been said that, in our twenties, we have the face nature has given us and that, by fifty or so, we have the face we've earned. I don't know about you, but for me, that's downright scary. Good grief. Did I really earn sunken eyes, a hooked nose, and jowly cheeks? What sin did I ever commit that was so terrible as to merit this?
Well, there was the time that I put a curse on my ex daughter-in-law. And then there was the time that I nearly got in to a fist fight with a woman who was taking advantage of my elderly father. But, really, were those so bad? I was defending my family, as women have been doing for generations.
I took the chance of looking in the mirror (something I usually avoid) and had to conclude that they (my sins) must have been heinous indeed!
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