Do you remember how for the first couple of years of your child’s life, if anyone asked, “How old are they?” We’d answer 7 months or 18 months. When they got to age 2, we start using the “years” term. I saw a post on Facebook today that said, “It’s funny how being so old isn’t so old now that I’m old!” Can I hear an “Amen?” What is “old?” To my grandson who is five years old – he considers his “Ma” as “pretty old”. (At least that’s what he told his Pre-school teacher!) It used to be that when you heard someone died at age 30, you’d think, “Well, they lived a good long life.” Now – if I hear someone passed at age 70, I think, “Oh my – did they have a skiing accident? Were they rock climbing?” (That’s really just a joke that my husband has been guilty of telling – I think he stole it from Billy Crystal.) But, honestly, when did being old start so young?
I always thought of my grandparents as old. Well, Steve and I are now grandparents – does that mean. . .? Surely not! I’ve heard that “You’re as young as you feel!” After Aiden was here for 48 hours – I’m in trouble tonight! Proverbs 20:29 says, “The glory of young men is their strength, but the splendor of old men is their gray hair.” I know several ladies who will never know if their hair is gray or not! Only their beauticians know! Steve turned prematurely gray by age 30 – I didn’t care what color it turned – just so it didn’t turn loose! God is slowly, but surely “frosting” my hair.
Robert Browning penned those famous words, “Come, grow old along with me. The best is yet to be!” It matters not how many years we spend on this earth. The “best” is truly yet to be. May we live our lives here, so we can spend the hereafter with God. Me – I’m looking forward to that “new body!” I hope it’s a size 6! God Bless, Courtney