Senior Citizenship

Daily I am being inundated with offers from insurance companies to sell me a Medicare policy.  You see, I am staring down the age of 65, the official old age of Americans.  Each letter is packaged more cleverly than the previous offer.  It doesn’t matter.  I wince each day as I throw them into the trash unopened.

I was talking to Jesus this morning about aging.  Though my body is strong, I sometimes struggle to find a word, and my children finish my sentences.  There are decided wrinkles developing, more pronounced on the left side of my face than on the right.  Yes, aging is happening.  And I don’t need daily letters from insurance companies to remind me.

Jesus cares about such minor irritations in life, because He spoke to me about it this morning. “ Stop fretting,” He said.  “Listen to what I say about the years ahead.”

“The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree…. They shall still bring forth fruit in old age, to show that the Lord is upright.”  Psalm 92:12,14-15

So there you have it.  I walk a little taller this morning.  My aging is a witness of God’s faithfulness and truth.  He is completely “upright,” and I reflect His honor and principle and transparency.  When you notice my well-disguised wrinkles, know that they represent a life that demonstrates a God who keeps His promises.  I have NEVER seen the righteous forsaken (Psalm 37:25).

Therefore, I am flourishing like the palm tree.  I like that analogy better than the cedars of Lebanon or the olive tree. Cedars and olive trees LOOK old; have you seen them?  But never the palm tree.   Palm trees are beautiful.  My frequent trips to Florida are always times when God’s voice is loud—in the waves of the ocean, in the BRIGHT sun, and in those amazing palm trees.  It is bleak and gray and cold here in Kentucky, but two weeks ago, I flew to St. Augustine for the weekend, just so I could be reminded of what the sun looks like!!  The palms are green, and young, and beautiful.  I just saw them!

My best days are ahead—there is still fruit to be carefully cultivated, fully produced, and  abundantly enjoyed.  God promised more fruit in old age.  My flourishing is a reflection of the Lord’s goodness.  May God give me opportunity to explain the reason for the joy of the Lord in my life.

My fellow old-age, Medicare enrolled, senior Americans, I have another word from this Psalm for you that makes me smile—

“I shall be anointed with fresh oil.”  Psalm 92:10

Fresh every morning!  Pure fragrant oil.  The oil of gladness.  The anointing of the Holy Spirit within me and upon me.  As long as there is fresh oil, I shall live life as fully and completely as the grandchildren all around me who play and laugh and find living so carefree.  Inexpressible fresh oil!  “Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.”

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About thegriefexperience

I have recently published a book for grieving people called Comfort and Joy available at my website, thegriefexperience.com. I received my Doctor of Education degree from the University of Louisville, and also hold a Master of Science degree and a Physician Assistant degree. I lived as a short term missionary in Swaziland, South Africa, prior to my life as a grief coach and author. My story is about the fact that I am an expert in grief, learning through the goodness of God to navigate a life of sudden turns and repeated trauma that brought grief and loss. I have learned about grief as an unwilling student in a life shaken by sudden death, suicide, and devastating illness. I have been widowed three times, and have raised five children in the midst of earthquake life changes. I have counseled, written and taught classes on The Grief Experience because it is what I have learned well. No amount of education or theory prepares you for multiple experiences of death and loss. But I have found healing in Jesus Christ who is the only One who has conquered death. What He has done for me, He will do for you. Visit my blog at TheGriefExperience.Wordpress.com.
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