ONLY A NUMBER

I must confess crossing the bridge into my 8th decade here on this terrestrial ball has not been all easy.  Let's face it, for most of my life, I considered 70 really old.  Add to that the fact I see a great number of my peers now suffering from failing bodies, and I could work myself into a fit of depression.


This week I had something to happen that totally changed how I feel about this over 70 thing.  I saw a news flash recently on Nancy Pelosi stating she is 79 years of age.  NOW--if she is still able to stir up trouble and anger half the nation at that ripe old age--surely there is hope for me!  


Curious I then looked up the age of the rulers of our nation.  Those men and women we have elected to make the laws, write the budget, and decide the path we will take.  Would you believe 31 of the 100 senators are over 70?  One third of the senate is of advanced age, but we elect them to continue to serve.  Someone has a great deal of faith in these seniors to make the correct decisions in spite of their age. 



A good friend recently told me that Grandma Moses was in her late 70's before she BEGAN to paint.  The only reason she began what she was most famous for was the arthritis in her hands would not allow her to sew anymore.  Harlan Sanders aka Kentucky Fried Chicken launched his franchise empire in his late 60's.  When I started researching those who bloomed late and became successful, I was amazed at the length of the list.


Why look in the Bible.  Moses was no Spring Chicken when the Promised Land finally came into sight.  And do not discount the women, Elizabeth was long past child bearing and in fact on the road of advanced age when John the Baptist was born.  Over and over in the Bible we see examples of men and women in their latter years being used in a mighty way by God.

SO--"It's not over until the Fat Lady sings" and she is still warbling away.

I am looking forward to seeing how God uses me in this next decade.  One thing is for CERTAIN---He's not finished growing me up yet!  Seventy is only a number--what is truly important is the mind set I have at seventy.  Bring it on-
70's---I am excited to see what is in store!

They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green,
Psalm 92:14

6 comments

  1. Being old is good. Old people can dress as they want. For example have the trousers all the way up to their nipples and held there by a belt and braces for extra security. Mind you, it would be odd for you as a woman to dress like this; but I am sure you can think of similar appropriate attire.

    Being old means you can tell people exactly what you think of them. Like, "Are you always that boring or were you educated that way? When I first knew you I thought you were a pain in the neck; now you've worked your way South. Would in't it be awful if there was re-incarnation and you came back as yourself?" or, my best one, used for really annoying people, "From whose nose were you picked?"

    I bet God will use you well in this next decade to suit His purpose. Beware, however, what He asks you to wear, or say.

    God bless.

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  2. I laughed out loud, Victor! There are advantages in being old! I might have begun to resemble your remark!
    Blessings!

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    1. If you ever want to learn some insults, Lulu, which you can hurl at people let me know.

      God bless.

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  3. I'm a bit behind you in the age department, Lulu, but your reflection here made me look at growing older as an opportunity, not a hazard. Yes, great things are still happening, thanks be to God, even as we age!
    Blessings, my friend!

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    1. I plan to keep making hay while the sun is shining, Martha. Thankful for everyday given me.
      Blessings, My Friend!

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  4. Please, please,please...what ever you do - do not turn into a bitter old lady and call your son and daughter in law bad names...we, children only have your best interest at heart, smiles.😊 (dealing with some bad stuff here)

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Your comments keep my writing and often cause me to think. A written form of a hug or a pat on the back and an occasional slap into reality---I treasure them all!