When I was in my twenties, I never thought about what my life would be like when I reached my fifties. Heck, I never thought about what my life would be like in my forties. Certainly, I never even broached the subject of turning sixty! Horrors!
When I reached my early fifties, I considered my sixties but only for a nanosecond. After all, that was lightyears away.
In my mid-fifties, I began to have the occasional ache here, a little pain there. Still nothing to be concerned about, I reassured myself.
Then I was no longer in my mid-fifties, I had reached my late fifties. Suddenly, without any warning (or any to which I paid attention) I was staring sixty in the face. I convinced myself that sixty is just a number and I kept on going.
The other day, an envelope arrived in the mail. The return address was the Department of Health and Welfare. My first thought was, “What do they want with me?” I ripped open the envelope and peeked inside. There was a card there. A red, white and blue card. Across the top was printed “Medicare.” And I knew I had almost arrived.
Yesterday, I reached the mid-point of the sixties. The BIG one. 65. WOW.
I’ve been reflecting about all the things I’ve done in these first sixty-five years of my life. Here are some that mean so much to me: 1) I’ve taught many classes in church, and I’ve counseled more people than I can count on ten fingers and ten toes. I hope and pray that God spoke through me to help each person. 2) Some people would probably disagree, but this is my story, so I’ll say that I believe I’ve achieved success in my professional career in my chosen field of administration. I’ve worked for Fortune 500 companies, privately-owned companies, a non-profit organization and three—count ‘em—three churches. 3) I am a writer. I’ve written articles for websites, church newsletters and over 600 blogs on this site. And, under a pen name, I’ve written and published a book. I’m working on two books now.
My greatest achievements are named Kim and Kyle, my two children. We went through some very difficult years—years they should not have had to go through. But by God’s grace and mercy, we survived, and we thrived. Today, both are happily married. Kim has one son, Mack, and her husband, Steven, has a daughter and son, Danielle and Owen. Kyle, and his wife Angela, have one son, Maverick, who turned one year old yesterday. Yep, born on my birthday.
Now, I begin looking ahead to what God has in store for me, and my wonderful husband and soul mate, Dave, in the next 65 years.
Robert Browning wrote: “Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!”
It really is just a number!