Aging Isn't for the Faint of Heart

by in Glimpses of God

I’ve reached the age where my train of thought often leaves the station without me.

—Maxine

 

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I’m aging. And it’s getting more and more apparent: from the crow’s feet around my eyes to my ever-growing wattle neck. Yep. Inherited that lovely item from my grandma o. There were so many wonderful traits I would have loved to have inherited from grams, but, this is the one I got. 

 

Then there’s the problem of those little gray cells in my noggin. It seems this old brain of mine just doesn’t function like it used to. In fact, these days it seems to malfunction more often than it functions. 

 

Pretty sure roughly a third of my life has been spent standing in the middle of the room

wondering what I came in here for.

—Unknown

 

It’s like the Hallmark card I found years back. On the front cover was a cartoon figure of a large headed guy with little brain cells jumping out of his ears. When you opened it, it read, “Eugene didn’t mind that he was losing brain cells every day. He just wished they would be less dramatic about it.”

 

Recently, over the course of one day, I set out with our dog for a morning walk, but upon arriving home, realized I’d forgotten to grab the keys and had locked myself out of the house. When I finally did get back in, I decided to run to the local grocer. Filling my cart with all the necessary items, I reached the cashier only to discover I had forgotten my purse. Then to top it all off, at supper time, I turned on the wrong burner to boil some eggs, when I returned at the beeping of my timer, I was horrified to see my Le Creuset Dutch oven burnt to a crisp. A costly mistake that left me in tears.

 

My son keeps telling me, “Mom, you’ve got to focus.” He follows that by launching into the sermon I used to give him when he was young, ‘Before you walk out the door… before you start supper… ask yourself, “Where am I going? What am I doing? Stop and concentrate on the task at hand.”

 

The problem is I get distracted. As a woman, I’m used to multi-tasking. 

 

Cook supper.

Do laundry.

Weed the garden.

Read emails.

All at the same time.

Check. √

 

But, my multi-tasking is short-circuiting. Both of my grandmas succumbed to dementia, so, it can be a little scary.

 

I am beginning to realize this truth more each passing day: aging is not for the faint of heart. With each passing decade, we lose a little... Physically. Mentally. Verbally. Socially.

 

But, we also know that aging provides an opportunity to gain a little too, if we’re open to the process. In old age, we gain wisdom. We gain perspective. And grace. And inner spiritual strength. 


Gray hair is a mark of distinction, the award for a God-loyal life.

—Proverbs 16:31

 

If “our days come to seventy years, or eighty, and if our strength endures…” (Psalm 90:10), the sweetest blessing of all is that God promises that He will walk beside us every step of the way.

 

I will be your God through all your lifetime, yes, even when your hair is white with age. I made you and I will care for you. I will carry you along and be your Savior.

—Isaiah 64:4

 

I saw that in my grandma’s lives as their minds slowly slipped away from us. God was with them. Even when words failed them. All we had to do is quote a scripture or sing a hymn, and it all came back word-for-word. Hidden there in their hearts. Because God was living there still…in their hearts.

 

My train of thought may very well leave the station without me…but, gratefully God never will!

 

Aging is inevitable, God. Unless you take me home earlier than expected. But, I’m not afraid of what’s to come, because you are there beside me all the way!

 

For the Lord your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.

—Zephaniah 3:17

 

What fear do you have most about aging? Will you trust God to walk with you through the years to come?

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