How Old Are You?

Getting older isn’t for novices. I guess that’s why God didn’t allow it when we were younger. The burden of getting older has to be carried by those who are…getting older. The beauty of youth doesn’t stay; it only visits. But tell a young person that and they scarcely believe it. They walk away with their smooth skin, strong muscles, beautiful hair, and skinny physiques, all the while puzzling over strange old people who try to tell them they will get old too.

When I was young, I didn’t believe it either. When I looked at my grandmother, I couldn’t picture her as a young teenager or as an elementary school student.  She had white hair, sometimes tinted with blue, wrinkled skin, and an old looking face. She had to have been young in her younger days, but I couldn’t picture her that way.  Sometimes I look at older people and wonder what that looked like when they were young. Sometimes I wonder what I looked like when I was young. Time passes and we all age, but within all of us eternity resides.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

I remember talking to my grandmother, who was then ninety years old. She was lying in her hospital bed, knowing her time was short.  I asked her if she felt old. She said, “My body is wearing out, but inside I feel like I’m still thirty years old.”

She had eternity in her heart.  I know I’m related to her. I feel the same way. (Thankfully I have a few more years before I reach ninety.)  I feel like I’m thirty on the inside. If only my body would cooperate!  There isn’t much I can do about the aging process. Perhaps I could try to purchase youth in a jar in the form of an expensive cosmetic cream.  I’ve actually tried that. Evidently it didn’t work because I’m still the same age. I think I’ll just stay in touch with the eternity that God has placed in my heart. It’s in every human heart.

Im looking at older people differently than I did when I was young, probably because I’ve joined their ranks.  I couldn’t picture my grandmother as young when she was old. Now I can’t picture myself as old, until I look in the mirror. I’ve decided the mirror is lying and I’m still thirty. My advice, if you choose to take it, is to live out of the eternity in your heart, not out of the age on your frame.

Regina Shank