Anna.

I'm attempting to create a black and white portrait. 
Where any and all of the hidden lines on one's face are revealed. 
This one's a young soul in an old body- somewhat of a surprise there. So many memories appear to be careworn and contained in those many lines and wrinkles. 
But then her face crinkles into a laugh spilling over, and you see the deep lines in her face, and realize how she get them... from joy, pure and simple. Not too many frowning creases here, though her life has obviously had its difficulties. But one can only imagine the beauty she experienced in smiling. 
Her life... was not an easy one. She tells us stories. 
But she had Someone other than herself to live for. 
She tells us of her family. And "I found Jesus." 
One day, on a street corner, she found Jesus "lying in the dirt. His... Name was all over the piece of scrap paper." 
Suddenly tears fill my eyes. 
She had found Jesus. But truly, Jesus had found her. 
And the pain had turned to joyousness, filled wrinkles imprinted on her smiling, nearly toothless face, before the pain could leave its own sore and tender markings. 
I almost wanted to remove those so-called scars if I could. 
"Oh no, honey. Without these from a darker night... I would not have known the joy of His mercies in the morning..." 

Her name was Anna.