I have reached the point when I am closer to being a senior citizen than I am to being a young adult. That means I have crossed the middle age midpoint. Actually, I crossed it a couple of years ago but that's beside the point!
While I have not reached the age where I qualify for all senior dicounts, I have managed to qualify for some of them. For example, I get a discount on my car insurance if I take a class. Apparently they figure I am too old to speed race. I figure what they don't know won't hurt them. There are some restaurants that give me a discount as well or allow me to order off the senior menu. Of course, the portions are smaller but that's okay. It seems like my stomach is getting a tad bit smaller inside as well. Whether I like to admit it or not, I'm not moving quite as briskly as I once did and am a bit more content to stay home rather than "dance the night away". Okay, I never did actually do that but you get my drift.
My body is yelling at me a lot more when I try to do things it does not want to do. There are some days when it wants to do little or nothing and tells me in no uncertain terms that it is very displeased with me when I bully it into submission.
I look like a grandma and I am not just talking about the fact that my once brown locks are now gray as I refused to dye them after I finished cancer treatment 10 years ago. I was just happy to have hair at all, regardless of what color it was. In other words, I've got more important things to do than stress out about gray hair and wrinkles. I am too busy being thankful to be alive and just living!
I'm not old, cranky or sick. My body is and it is just more noticeable than me! My grandmother once told me that inside she still felt like she was a girl of 16. I understand what she means.
Whether I like it or not, The first act is over, intermission has ended and act two has begun. My story however, is not over yet and it would be wrong for me to think that it is. You see, The Director (God) still has me on stage and I will be on that stage until He directs me to go elsewhere.
Noah had lived over half his life when he became a father. The Bible tells us that he was 500 years old. While the Bible does not specifically tell us how old Noah was when God told him to build the ark, it does tell us that Noah was 600 years old when it was completed. It also tells us he lived 350 years after the flood. You do the math. Noah had passed the midpoint of his life when God called him to do the work that quite frankly, affected us all. You see, we are all descendants of Noah.
I'm very glad that Noah was obedient. We have no record of him telling God, "I'm too old, get some guy who is younger." He simply did what God told him to do and he did it well.
As we age, it is easy to fall into the trap that we have become useless. We don't move as fast or think as fast. We've lost muscle mass and even with the best of care, things simply do not run as smoothly as they did when we were 18 years old. We can try to hide it as much as we want but underneath it all our hair is graying and our skin is losing it's elasticity, becoming thin, saggy and wrinkled. Though many have sought to do so, we cannot stop the natural aging process nor should we for this too is an important season of our life. Yes, it teaches us many things we would not learn otherwise but it also is a time when we are blessed to teach others.
I only remember one of my grandparents. She passed away at the age of 96 when I was 44 years old. I remember how even as a small child I loved to talk to and listen to Grandma. She taught me so much about life and more importantly about God. My son was 20 years old when she passed away and I am thankful that he got to spend so much time with his great-grandma when he was growing up as well as with his own grandmother.
God has a purpose for you, a job for you to do in every season of your life and often, it is a new thing.
This made me smile.
Stop reminding me of my real age. Otherwise a good jolly blog
Thanks for sharing, good encouragement.