I normally don’t spend a lot of time in front of the mirror. Even when I do to shave or brush my teeth, I take little time out of my day to really look. But today was different. I paused and took a long, hard look because today, I am forty-two years old. As I looked at the face staring back at me, sifting through the memories that accumulate, I realized God’s plan would have involved few of the things I had said or done in that time.