I turned 49 yesterday. I can remember when I thought that was ancient, almost fossilhood. I guess it's time for me to buy into the "it's the new 30 thing", though I think I'll just buy industrial strength spot remover (think Clinique) and moisturizer and keep smiling.I mean it could always be worse, I could be 49 in dog years.
I rarely think about my age, though I do miss the physical energy of my youth. I certainly appreciate being more mellow with age, more compassionate with age, and way more patient with age.
I have an 85 year old in my Bible Study group who is mentally and physically going strong, she is a true testimony to the sustaining power of God as is her husband of 66 years. Scripture is filled with senior citizens living active lives. Think Abraham and Sarah, St. John the Divine.
So in a culture which says I should fight aging like the Israelites fought the Philistines, I say - HA, I am going to serve the Lord and my family, work hard, have some fun and whatever else I am called to do. I continue to run the race with joy in my heart and a bottle of moisturizer in my hand.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.