As I turn another year older, I wrestle with my thoughts of aging, slowing down, and simply becoming OLD. Recently, I spoke at a women’s conference about aging and a woman in the audience shouted out, “Just wait honey, it gets worse.” “Thanks for the encouragement.” I hollered back with a smile. And it’s true, somethings do get worse. Like this past Christmas, when my two besties decided it was a good idea to snap a “hand selfie” to show off our new matching BFF rings. Looking at the picture, we were stunned at how old our hands look.
“Oh my GOD! Do my hands really look like that?”
“No, it’s the camera—I’m certain of it.”
Three shots later, (and I do mean pictures) our wrinkled hands looked no better. In hindsight, maybe shots would’ve helped. Sorry, I digress. Where’s the young, fifteen-year-old girl with the ageless face? Where is she?
I’m on the go a lot. I love my fast paced life. My biggest worry is not having my freedom, the ability to be on the ‘run’ because I am too frail, and dependent on others. Sigh.
Despite the aging issue, I still love my birthday. It’s my most celebrated day of the year. My birthday is just that. Mine. I may share the date with many others, but it was the day that I was given my gift of life. He spent nine months uniquely crafting and creating me. Who knows how long He spent dreaming of me before He fashioned me? He faceted each precise detail of who I am. He “knit me together” in my mother’s womb. He bonded two X chromosomes together. He shaped my heart. Finger painted my eyes hazel, and caressed my head to create my dark hair. While tracing His finger on the strands of my DNA, He saw my future, and smiled at what I would become. He whispered to me before I had ears, and told me of His all-encompassing love for me. He gave me my life. An unrepeatable gift that is mine and mine alone.
Today, I will push out thoughts of the pictures of my aging hands, that widen the eyes of my Facebook friends. Rather, I will camp on who I am becoming in Him. I will ponder His purposes, and design for my life. I will cherish His good works, and how He created me, yes me, to be just the way I am. Purposely crafted, an unrepeatable gift.