why wrinkles are beautiful- what our aging hands reveal

Why wrinkles are beautiful

I noticed the smooth skin of my daughter’s hands.

Cringing, I gazed at my own, marveling that they used to be just like hers. Without wrinkles, spots.

The hands of youth, unmarred by time and experience. Vanity sucked me in, and I peered closer with disdain.

Another set of hands, 40 years older. Hands of beauty and grace.

why wrinkles are beautiful

What is good about wrinkles?

These hands, oh, the tenderness of these hands! The hands of my grandmother.  A testimony of life lived.

They are experienced.

Fingers that have caressed children, tended to those with needs, worked to provide, held tightly when storms threatened to drown.

These hands have been my anchor many times, holding tightly when I threatened to sail away into my own storms.

They have prayed me into safety, held me tight in my needs.

Let me go when the time came.

Think Wrinkles Are Ugly? What Our Aging Hands Reveal

Embrace your wrinkles

I looked at my own hands with renewed appreciation. For mine too have offered me everything.

Strong and sensory soldiers, lined up five at a time. How beautiful those lines are.

Reminders of a life well lived.

I think of aging hands, and clasp mine together with gratitude. 

Constant companions, loyal and hard-working.

The tools that allow our inner beauty to be lived out, tangible.

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8 Comments

  1. Thank you for not showing mine! I LOVE your perspective, though. And agree about Mom’s! I want that beautiful pic!

  2. Oh my gosh, how I love that last picture of your grandma! My hands (like many things on my body) aren’t pretty any more. They don’t say, “what will we do?”, as much as they say, “Look what we’ve done!” Sometimes I miss the young hands, I admit. But I don’t miss the immaturity and insecurity that went with them.

  3. Your Grandma looks beautiful, Christa! I only had the pleasure of spending such a small amount of time with her, but the imprints she made on my heart will remain with me forever – she is one special lady! You are so blessed to have her in your life ~ and I love that you recognize that ~ that you don’t let a moment go by that you don’t cherish and relish the times past, the present…….and look forward to the days ahead with her. And you capture so many tender moments with your creative and beautiful photography………a photo journal that your girls and their families and their families will cherish always……..

  4. Christa, This is a good reminder of why our hands are the way they are. They’ve lived. They’ve worked. And God has held them as they lived and worked.
    Here’s a poem I’d like to share on the same theme… It’s my hands that remind me to be honest, and hold on to the eternal truths, and to love.

    BIRTHDAY
    My hands … they don’t grow smoother

    Not like manners
    Which learn accomodation

    Nor convictions
    Slip sliding into rationalization

  5. I remember the day I looked down and saw my mother’s hands. At least the ones I remember holding as a little girl. One day I’ll be seeing my grandmother’s hands as well. This is such a great post, Christa! Thanks for sharing it with us.

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