Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Gift of Age

The Gift of AgeWhat does your age really represent? Days and nights spent living your life, coming through a myriad of experiences that sometimes seem mind-numbingly monotonous, only to be interrupted by life-altering surprises and unforeseen tragedies. Your age reflects years of (hopefully) collected wisdom.

Your age also represents mounds of memories. You’ve exchanged some of the energy of youth for them, but the higher the number on your birthday card, the more wealth you have in your little treasure trove of reminiscences.

In our culture, our age is viewed as some kind of disease that, if we just keep treating it, might be defeated or go away altogether. Like we can somehow push back the edges of mortality. The only thing we’re pushing back is the edges of our acceptance of the gifts of time and the physical limitations that make the interior gifts more precious.

So you’ve got a year or two on your friends. So you’ve got a wrinkle or two. So your hair is changing color and your body is giving you fits. No matter. Age is a gift from the hand of God. Any measure of health to enjoy your age is a gift from God. The memories you’ve made along the way are precious and priceless. Thank God for every year he’s given you.

As we end this year and approach a new year let us give thanks for the wrinkles. Yes, I said give thanks for those wrinkles. With each comes a lesson, a love story and perhaps even a blessing. We have earned them. We should not shun them or hide our face from Him. He made us the way we are...and we are beautiful in His sight.

Lord, I thank you for all your gifts and blessings. You are so good to us! Even in our worst times you are there for us. Help us not to look down on our age but to be able to step up and share our wisdom and give you all the glory. Help us to teach the younger women to know that You are our God!

Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you. —Isaiah 46:4 NIV

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