There is a point in life where becoming comfortable in your own skin is essential to happiness.  When the wrinkles start sinking in, the belly fat starts jiggling and the thought of wearing high heels makes you want to cry.

I still have not gotten used to seeing myself in pictures with wrinkles. Nor do I like the way my belly revolts against waistbands. My feet scream bloody murder after five minutes of walking in stilettos; so they too, are a thing of the past.

Yet as my body slowly loses its grasp on my youthfulness I have come to a level of maturity in my Christian walk that lures me into a feeling of contentment and purpose.

At around the half-century mark, I had a meeting with God. I told him I was tired of living life my way and wanted him to take over the throne in my life.

I have had to make some very difficult decisions to embrace a lifestyle which I believe is in accordance with His will for my life.

Just recently I realized a woman’s Bible study I had started going to was changing course. I told them I was no longer going to be involved because I wanted to focus on doing God’s will in my life.

That is seriously all I said and I got attacked.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t been where they are in their Christian walk. It was just that I wasn’t there anymore and I had no desire to return to that place.

I realized that at least in one area of my Christian life I think I have achieved the elusive goal of repentance. For repentance is not just saying you are sorry. It is walking the other way and leaving the desire for that sin in the dust.