Aging with Grace
By Jill BriscoeA time to be born, And a time to die. ~ Ecclesiastes 3:2
As I grow older, I occasionally struggle with accepting wrinkles, double chins, a failing memory, and glasses! The day I got my first pair of bifocals a friend of mine (or so I thought!) left me a funny poem:
My glasses come in handy,
My hearing aid is fine,
My false teeth are just dandy,
But I sure do miss my mind!
That didn’t help! My husband, seeing my struggle, usually tells me to get my theology straight – I was born at the right moment and will be “dead on time.” Therefore, I must stop wanting to reverse the trend! Life has been so good to me, I cling to it. But I have a poor view of heaven if I want to stay on earth.
A friend of mine, my age and dying of cancer, told me people keep asking her if she is angry. “Why should I be angry?” she asked me. “I’ve had a marvelous life, and heaven will be even better. Sure, I’ll miss everyone, and I hope they will miss me, but it’s my time and it’s all right.” What a contrast to the reaction when she discovered she had cancer. “I hit out at everyone in sight,” she said. “It was so unfair! I hadn’t had time to do everything I wanted to do. Mostly I was mad at God.”
When you know Jesus, You let Him wind your watch. When it stops, He gives you a new one with everlasting springs!
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