Age. Aging. Ageless.
I rarely think about my age, but my body has a way of reminding me whenever I throw my back out or my knee pops. And yes, in the mirror I sometimes notice an extra line here, another wrinkle there, and as I gaze upon certain areas of my physique, I find myself wondering, where did “it” go, and when did “that” change?
From time to time, I muse about my early years in having to grow up so quickly, and then in my teens and young adulthood, when I raised four children. Next thing I knew, my twenties were gone, and my marriage was deteriorating. Divorced in my thirties (I felt like a failure, but ya know, the world did not end), and remarried by my mid-thirties (thank God for new beginnings). I can shout from the rooftop that no marriage is so good that it can’t be made better! (You see, I’ve been married most of my life.) Then, when I approached my early forties, the seasons changed again for me, this time, embracing the wonders of grand-parenting.
So, in my fifties, as I reflect on this aging process—knowing I certainly don’t have all the answers—I’ve learned a thing or two about what life has dealt me.
I read in Psalms 90:12: “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.” This passage speaks to me and tells me to make each day count. I must remember to live in the present, not in the yesteryears or in the tomorrows. I must laugh often, love deeply, pray sincerely, and believe that my best days are before me.
As my birthday quickly approaches around the corner (like tomorrow, the 27th), I can’t help but think: have I done all I ever wanted to do? Of course, the answer is a resounding: Not even close. Am I running out of time? I believe life is a gift from God, and I’ll take each day and cherish the moment. He is the reason for every good thing, every heartbeat, and every second chance.
Age … aging … ageless …?
I’ll take ageless!
I may not know what tomorrow holds, but I know Who holds my tomorrow.
From Heart to Heritage
Reflections From the Heart 