As I approach celebrating my 39th birthday this coming year I can’t help but recognize the realty that is staring me in the face. I know age is just a number but it’s this year that I am physically noticing some changes in me. Changes that aren’t necessarily bad, but changes that are obvious to admit that I might just be coming into a new decade with different types of aches, wrinkles and interests.
I remember the nights when going out on the town sounded like a blast. I couldn’t wait to throw on a new cute outfit and check out the newest restaurant or bar. It wasn’t long ago that I could sit in my bed to read a book without the words ever seeming small or fuzzy. I recently purchased my first set of readers and I feel pretty darn cute wearing them. I finally have acquired a taste for wine and coffee—-two drinks I thought only “old” people drank. I understand and appreciate the use of sunscreen. My idea of an awesome date now night consists of sitting on my porch snuggled next to my husband while we dream about growing old together and where we want to retire. Having a clean house actually matters to me as before I could have cared less. I recently had to color my grey hairs for the first time in my life. At the carpool line I have noticed I am no longer the young mom on campus. There are women there much younger than me. And what really has me reeling is the fact that this week I purchased my very first bleacher seat. I finally gave in after being tired of sitting on a hard bleacher while my back ached and my butt hurt.
Even with all of these aging signs I still have never been able to admit that I might be growing up. I won’t ever say I am growing old because I really believe age is just a number. I absolutely love the stage of life I am in right now. I know that is only because of my relationship with Christ. From an insecure doubtful young woman to a mature and confident woman of God. I am embracing all that life has to offer and because of that I see God continuing to refine me. And when I read 2 Corinthians 4:16, “So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day” I know God isn’t finish with me yet.
I imagine you are in a season of noticing changes of your own. Changes that may be a bit uncomfortable, unsettling, and even unnerving. Try to remember Psalm 92:12-15, “The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.” As women of God, regardless of age, we can still bear fruit. Did you notice that the trees mentioned , the palm and the cedar, are known for vitality in old age? It’s the whole idea of being “planted at the house of God—faithfulness through the years. Keep in mind that the longer we decide to walk with God, the stronger our testimony will be.
So, here is some advice from your wise and aging friend: stop worrying about the minor changes to your body and your life. Be intimate with God, in sweet communion with Him throughout your years to come. You will long to hear the sounds of the trumpet when it comes! And such a sound is coming!