It has happened! Today I am “officially” old!
Today I am 70 years old.
How did that happen? How did I become my mother? Where did that thick head of red hair go? What is that sagging thing under my chin? That can’t be bags under my eyes?
Many of my friends have become very upset at turning 30 – 40 – 50 – 60 and I have always asked them:
What’s the big deal? It is just another birthday!
But I have been dreading this day. Somehow it has seemed to me until I hit 70 I could still consider myself – well maybe not middle aged – but certainly not old.
But 70 – I realize the days ahead of me are way, way fewer than those behind me. I find myself looking back at my life and wondering:
Have I done anything of real value? Is anyone’s life better because I have been a part of their life? Have I done all I could do, all I should have done to be a good mother, wife, friend?
Over the years ministering with my pastor husband to the elderly both in our churches and in the nursing homes where we visited I have seen many different responses to old age.
There is the the old crank who complains about everything and constantly puts the younger generation down.
And the one who wants to tell you all about her aches and pains.
But there are also those who are a joy to know. Those who still have a zest for life and a gratitude for the blessings they have.
So as I move forward into this “old” time of my life I pray that:
I still see the glass as half full, not half empty. I appreciate the health I have and not complain about what my weak knees, bad back and poor hearing. Others still enjoy being with me and not dreading to see me walk in the door,
So – here’s a little “old folks” humor. Laugh with me.
If you do see me coming, just remember this: