There are certain freedoms that come with aging and I intend to enjoy them all...if my body will allow it. Yesterday I sat in First Baptist Church Farmerville, LA among a group of the silver haired club. Since I have opted out of dying mine, I fit right in. The people were so very friendly and attentive. Sitting there, I suddenly realized how comfortable I felt. Most of them were in their eighties, and so for once in a very long time, I felt like a young'n.
It isn't that the aging process hasn't taken its toll on me...it has. But that is the beauty of it. It is supposed to. While I do not always wake with energy, so far I do wake.
I am free to have gray hair. It is a sign of wisdom...(ok, quit laughing.)
I am free to have wrinkles...and I have earned every one of them.
I am free to have sun spots, (A telltale sign of a sun lover)
I am free to say, "No" to things I might otherwise feel obligated to do.
I am free to quit worrying about what other people think so much.
I am free to worry less about how I look.
I am free to forget things...I don't like it, but at least I know that I am prone to it and can warn others.
I am free to be 'grandma' to lots of children.
The list is endless. Do you see the benefits?
God's PERFECT design is for us to age and the decline of the body makes us look forward to eternity with Him. Praise God, there will be many, many grandmas and grandpas in Heaven. I am grateful to be on that waiting list. In the meantime, my life is busier than ever and I am enjoying every moment...gray hair, wrinkles, brown spots, and all.
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