When I think about life closing in on seventy, I can only be excited for this season of life. More years are behind me than in front of me but I want to make the upcoming years as full of joy as possible. It would be a waste to dwell on what has come and gone rather than rejoicing in what is here and now. No, I don’t ski or kayak any longer but I do have time to read and connect with family and friends. Although I no longer have my kids in my house or kids in a classroom, I do have adventures with my grown children and their families.
This picture is a reminder to me that I can skip hand in hand into old age with my people. I want to be one of these ladies that are enjoying life in their season of wrinkles and white hair. Energy will decline and activities will need to be adjusted accordingly. But getting into the spirit of tomfoolery and fun can be accomplished even from a rocking chair. Joy is an attitude in whatever season I am in.
It is a choice I want to make daily to know that even if my eyesight fails I can always listen to a good book or a tv show that gives me the chuckles. Oh those Golden Girls had my Mom giggling up until her final days. She enjoyed life even as her life was slipping away. The day before she died she was goofing with us. The same was true of my dad. His final day he was surrounded by family and friends who began telling stories of their mischief with him. He hushed them as he implied he didn’t want to remind God of his orneriness just before arriving at the pearly gates. My grandma said she loved old age because others thought she didn’t understand when she said something a bit off color. Teehee, she knew exactly what she was saying. My parents and grandparents set a fantastic example how to live life as senior teenagers and embrace what is and what will be.
In Him,
Joyful
11-7-24
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