Aging in Grace
|Doing her walk. Barefoot. |
Which I so love to do!
Midlife. Life do accelerates after midlife.
So do aging. Wrinkles. Worries. And wilting.
May is my birth month. I just had my birthday. Another one in so many that I am blessed with. They are sure coming one after the other! Praise God!
This has been the first year that I have spent a whole year as an alien in Russia. Knowing from my previous experience of living in a foreign land, I will soon have to say goodbye to the honeymoon stage.
Life goes on.
And tomorrow will be my youngest baby's first birthday. And though I wish I can bake a cake, I prefer to buy one and spare myself the trouble of going crazy over flour strewn around looking like baby powder all over my kitchen. There is also the problem of what to do with an inedible cake. I don't even have any idea what baking powder is, or baking soda, or if a cake needs yeast or not. (If I sound ignorant, that is because I am. I am terrible in baking. That's why I am so mighty proud of my Bilinchik/Russian pancakes. Which, by the way, doesn't include baking.)
My baby, though, is not aging. I am.
Somebody suggested that I should stop counting my age. For him, it's just too many years and the more years, the more it gets embarrassing to mention.
Maybe he is right.
I'm no longer the young girl that I was.
But I don't feel even a tiny bit sorry for being past that season--- not with the acnes, the awkwardness and uncertainties.
Does this mean that I am for aging--- wrinkles, aches, senility and a boring existence?
Wrinkles, well... I am now careful with my sun exposure which was unheard of when I was younger. Having too much sun is dangerous. It's widely known now how sun exposure causes wrinkles, sagging and accelerates ageing.
Aches. Got to exercise!
But a boring existence? Really? As I grow older, I encounter more challenges than I care to handle.
And senility? How about if I read more books and make more friends than I care to eat my chocolates? That would be good for my aging brain.
Or maybe they mean, serenity. No amount of challenge can move you when you have already encountered them all. (Especially if you have moved past the embarrassing and the murky.)
I prefer to thank God for adding years into my life, and ask, "What else do you have for me, Lord?"
Each new day is a miracle. In it is the knowledge that I may be growing in maturity and wisdom. If not, then I am given another chance to grow.
With age comes the promise of the fulfillment of dreams and richer experiences.
I'm looking at the other side of the coin--- the one filled with possibilities, life and adventure.
Besides, life is too short. God reminded me of how it really is.
As David was in anguish over the wicked, trying not to sin with his mouth by keeping silent, his feelings burned within him. (Can relate much. Sigh.) And he cried,
“Show me, , my life’s end and the number of my days;
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
Everyone is but a breath,
Then David prayed. He is positive. And that kind of thinking is anti-aging.
“But now, Lord, what do I look for?
Hear my prayer, ,
I dwell with you as a foreigner,
Look away from me, that I may enjoy life again
My hope is in God. So is everyone else who believes in Him. In Him is salvation from sin, and our wrinkled, wracked-with-sin bodies. In Him we find grace.
We find a rich supply of grace as we live our short, borrowed lives in a world that is not truly ours. We dwell with Him.
Aging becomes not just a process we go through but a gift full of possibilities and one of it is the hope of getting closer to the heart of Jesus.
Making good choices.
Living a full and abundant life.
Leaving a legacy.
Aging in grace.