Where Do Wrinkles Come From? (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 13 2021	Views/Reads: 1102/711	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My face has more important things to do than fuss over wrinkles. I need to trust the Lord each day to set before my face the way that he wants me to go for his glory.

Several months ago, I had two cataracts removed from my eyes. How they
got there, I don't know. As far as I can remember, they never asked my 
permission, and furthermore, they never paid rent for being there. 

According to the eye doctor, and doctors are never wrong, I now have
2020 vision. I've never had such vision since I was ten years old. 

All I really need now are reading glasses, and my vision is quite good. 

That sounds like a good thing on the surface, but every good thing has a
little dark corner somewhere hidden. 

The good part is that I can see excellently. 

The bad part is that I can see excellently. 

I didn't quite understand this until just recently it came to full view.


Usually, when I go to the bathroom in the morning to prepare for the
day, I don't wear my glasses. Before my cataract surgery, everything 
was blurry, and I was just accustomed to that. Isn't it funny how you 
get accustomed to some things and then don't notice them? 

Now my vision is so good that when I go into the bathroom in the morning
to get ready for the day, I have perfect vision in the mirror. 

If that isn't scary, then you haven't looked in my mirror on any given
morning. If I didn't know better, I would think it was Frankenstein's 
grandson. 

What shocked me so much was that as I looked at my face to prepare to
shave, I noticed some things I never noticed before. Those things were 
"wrinkles." 

I've noticed these things in other people, such as the one who lives in
the same house with me. But I've never noticed it on me. But there they 
were. There they were in all their disgusting glory. 

Not only did I have one wrinkle, but for some reason, that wrinkle
brought all his family with him. And, to make matters worse, the first 
wrinkle never asked permission to take up residence on my face. 

But there they were, and I was staring at them for the very first time. 

I do not know the real purpose of wrinkles or where in the world they
come from or where I can send them. 

I do have a relative, which shall remain anonymous, that deals with
wrinkles all the time. She has had so much plastic surgery that it's 
hard to recognize who she really is. She reminds me of Joan Rivers. 

I've always played jokes on her. When I saw her, I would look at her
face and say, "Is that a new wrinkle on your face?" 

I would laugh, and she would laugh, but her laugh wasn't as genuine as
my laugh. In a few moments, she would disappear, and I never knew where 
she went except I suspicioned she was looking at the new wrinkle in the 
bathroom mirror. 

The next time I saw her, that wrinkle had disappeared. 

Have you ever noticed that things always come back on you when you try
to pull them on somebody else? I did think about calling her and asking 
her opinion of what I should do about my wrinkles. I knew if I did, she 
could not stop laughing, so I'm not going to go in that direction. 

But what are wrinkles really for? What is the purpose of a wrinkle? And,
where did they come from? And, do I need to wear a mask? 

Because of my confusion in this area, I thought I would take the chance
of asking the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage about my wrinkles. 

Cautiously I approached her and said, "I discovered I have some wrinkles
on my face, and I don't know where they came from? Do you know what I 


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