Yesterday I had a significant birthday. I have reached my
three score years and ten! I was rather bemused as to how that happened so fast—I
mean really, where have the years gone. I feel like I’m barely out of my
forties. It is true I don’t have quite the same energy, it is true my hearing
and sight are not as good as they used to be, it is true that I have aches and
pains I never used to have. But seventy? Really?
To make me feel really old, my son turned forty years old this
week. Unbelievable. Then of course my sister, who is three years older than me,
talked about Zimmer frames and not looking too bad for an old lady and wondered
if we should have a wake rather than a celebration. Then I felt really, really
old. But never fear, I will get back at her when she turns seventy five. After
all, that is three quarters of a century and let’s face it she will only have
another twenty five years before she gets a telegram from the King.
But truthfully? Seventy is just a number. I still lead a
busy and rewarding life. I have a lovely circle of close friends that I
regularly spend time with and my husband is rather a dear and I am so blessed
to still have him with me. I am still able to walk and cycle and above all,
drink coffee.
After all, God says in Isaiah 46:4 ‘Even to your old age and
gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will
sustain you and I will rescue you.’
Also in Psalm 92:14 it says that ‘they will still bear fruit
in old age, they will stay fresh and green.’
So there is hope for me yet. I want to continue to bear
fruit in my life and I definitely depend on God to carry and sustain me. Seems
like I might just have it made!
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