I’ve been thinking a lot lately about age and the passing of time. We are in Michigan this weekend for my mother-in-law’s 90th birthday. That in itself makes one pause and reflect, but being with family the last two weekends, and living in the same house with grandchildren tends to makes a person sit up and notice that things have changed. People grow up, they move on, babies are born, loved ones die. Life is always in a state of flux.
In the midst of this realization, though, I know that as much as my surroundings, circumstances, relationships and body change, I am still the same person inside. The little red haired girl, the awkward teen, the timid college student, the insecure young wife and mother, homeschooler, teacher, cancer patient and grandmother, all of those people I have been, are still right here within. My body is getting weaker. I can’t see to read without my glasses anymore unless the print is huge or the light is equal to that of a thousand suns; I think my hearing is going; my knees do strange things on the stairs; my neck and back and joints all have issues after a short plane trip; in short, I am falling apart. My body is less able to cope with the everyday stress of life. The strange thing is, my spirit has grown. I am the same inside, but different. I am the sum of all my experiences and the extreme patience and mercy of God is continuing to teach. While the body weakens, the spirit, grows and gets ever stronger by God’s amazing grace.
Analyzing this has shown me yet another proof that I am not made for this world. I am not this body in which I live. The real me is eternal, and I am preparing “for a better country, a heavenly one.” Every day is an opportunity to get stronger in the eternal sense. At this “edging toward elderly” time of life, it would be easy to get discouraged, sad, nostalgic and afraid, but God is showing me a better way. My soul is preparing for something better. I’m not old and washed up; I’m in training for the real life yet to come. Hallelujah!