We’ve had another crazy week, but laughter is good medicine right? And we’ve got to
laugh! The older I get, the more I realize that the “golden years” are not for
the weak at heart, but age does often makes us weak in the knees and other
joints!
This morning,
I sat down to spend some time with the Lord, which I am discovering more and
more is what I need most. Oh those sweet times with Him fill my soul! How I
love those mornings with Him. Later, I did some housework, went in, showered
and then noticed that a little shelf in our tiny master bath needed cleaning.
Yes, I get distracted more easily these days! Very easily. If I don’t keep reminding
myself which room I am walking to, I quickly forget and have to retrace my
steps until I remember again.
I went to
move all of the cute little dust-collecting knick knacks off of the shelf to
clean it. And to my dismay, what did I discover? Half of my missing hair! Oh my
gracious! I still have not gone back in to finish cleaning the shelf because I
had to sit down and write about this discovery. Have mercy! No wonder my hair
is thinner these days! The shelf is wearing most of it!
This whole
experience got me thinking. There is so much I could say. (There is always so
much I could say, but most of the time, I just need to be quiet!) The first
thing that came to mind is that growing older is not easy. My sweet husband and
I have noticed this a great deal in recent months and weeks. Our bodies cannot
do what they did when we were twenty-something, our minds are not as sharp, our
kids are moving out, getting jobs and having babies of their own, and seasons
are passing more quickly than our poor brains can comprehend. We have seen
several dear loved ones suffer through many heart wrenching issues and we have
witnessed joys beyond belief too. But all of this is part of living.The second revelation that brightened my hair-thinning head is that this earth is not our permanent home. Those whose hope is in Jesus have a much better home waiting for them! Hallelujah! And, the older I get, the closer and closer I am getting to that sweet by and by. Now, I’m hoping that I’ll get to be here on this earth to see and enjoy our sweet grandbabies and even our great-grandbabies, but I do have the hope that when I pass from this life, I will walk into the loving arms of my sweet Savior. People, we are not home yet. That. Is. Real. Hope.
Finally, as
I plucked my long, somewhat grey hairs from the tiny shelf, I realized that
there is more of a focus and urgency on my heart these days. I want to treasure
every moment that I do have here and I want to live them well and with purpose.
Not my own purpose, but the ones that God ordained for me long before I was
even born. You see, He knew before my momma birthed me how many days I’d have
here, He knew what my personality would be like, He knew how many times I’d
fail Him, and bring Him joy. He knew how many tears I’d cry, laughs I’d laugh
and hairs I’d lose. He knew and He knows, and even knowing all of that about
each of us, He loves us. No matter how old we are, no matter where we have been
and what we have done, He loves us and our lives matter. All lives matter. He
created each of us for His glory and for His purposes.
Open His Word today and
read about His love for us. He will see you and I through every single one of
our days, the early ones, the later ones, the ones when our kids move out and
away, the ones when we get good news and bad news, and the ones when we
discover that half of our hair now rests on tiny shelves in our tiny master bathrooms.
God bless you and may you discover laughter today. May you also discover the deep
love of Jesus.
P. S. I
found the other half of my hair on the ceilings of the same bathroom! Oh well,
it is what it is! J 