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Dear Getting Older,

Sometimes, I don’t like you very much. because you mess with parts of my life that worked just fine before you showed up. You are changing too many of the rules, and I resent you for that–why won’t you let me keep running for miles and miles without any pain like I used to? And why do you insist on reminding me that I can’t eat all I want to eat if I don’t want my waist to thicken any more? And why do you make my bed so very enticing as soon as it is dark outside?

But you are a blessing in many ways.

timeSince I met you, I am growing in my discovery that the time is always, always now, and the place is always, always here. Because we never get the Nows back, and the Heres never remain the same.

You have taught me that people need to be loved like nobody’s business, and that I can never, ever out-love God. Going the extra mile is always worth the effort, and kindness is always the best choice. I only knew these truths theoretically before I met you, but you have woven them inside of me, and for that I am thankful. 

Dear Getting Older, you gently took me by the hand and led me into tasting of glories I never knew about, like the value of wasting time–because the time is always NOW–, and the contented joy of listening to the leaves caressed by the wind–because the place is always HERE; the pleasure of a slow evening with no agenda, the value of a genuine smile, and the power of sowing over and over again, watering over and over again, weeding over and over again, and never stop believing. 

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Before meeting you, I did not understand the powerful wisdom of investing in the next generation, telling it the awesomeness of God, and the joy of listening to it with my heart. I did not comprehend the power of paying attention to what goes on in my head, and the strength of worship.

Dear Getting Older, as the days turn into weeks and the weeks into months, I mind you less and less, because you are teaching me to accept you gracefully, and you remind me daily that the end of your days means that I will see my King. And that, dear Getting Older, is more delightful than Life itself.

Thank you for all that you are to me,

Barbara

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Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home, SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home, Play Dates with God, Monday Musings, Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays, Extraordinay, Lessons from Ivy, Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday, Finding Joy, WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday

 

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