As I listened to the local news, my attention was piqued by the announcers words before he went to a commercial break, "elderly woman frightens would-be robbers". Thinking this ninety something woman had gotten one up on these criminals, I waited patiently for the complete story. As the anchor returned he began the story with the brave woman's age, startled, I did not hear the rest of the story. The elderly woman of who he spoke was my age. Elderly! This word crept to every cell of my brain. Elderly? Me? I felt wounded. I felt hurt. I felt.....elderly! Not a good day for this girl!
Really, I am not afraid to die but I mourned the impending loss of "my" life! Where had the years gone? What should I do with the years I have left? How can I hang on to these years that seem to run through my fingers like sand? I had just realized, in my mind, that I had gone from late-ish middle age to elderly!
Since that evening I have pondered "elderly" often and have searched the scriptures for answers. I found that even in my "old age" God still cares for me and is not done with me yet.
My Spirit remains in your midst. Fear not. (Haggai 2:5 ESV)
I learned that, just as in my youth, I should depend on him.
After beginning by means of the Spirit, are you now trying to finish by means of the flesh?” Galatians 3:3
My heart was lifted at the familiar verse from Matthew.
And behold, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." (Matthew 28:20 ESV)
Now, excuse me while I take my nap!
