Old
Old...old...old. Sometimes you have to say something a few times for it really to sink in or make since. This aging process seems to be on my mind a lot these days. My mother is 91, almost 92, and caring for her since she moved to Bakersfield has been a roller coaster ride, but indeed a blessing. (I'll just mention that we have moved her 6 times since she came here 10 years ago.) My biggest shock after she moved here was realizing that she was not a Christian. I cried for 3 days. "How could that be? Why didn't I know?" I kept asking myself. "We had talked about God, and I know we had talked about prayer." But that huge fact had illuded me: she did not know Jesus as her Lord and Savior! In fact, the more I started to pay attention, the more it became obvious. So, I decided to attend her church with her. OH, MY GOODNESS!! Unitarian Universalist Church. These are kind, loving, giving people. I'm praying that their eyes will be opened so that they, too, will see that they need Jesus! (And I said "too" because my mother did finally, 8 days before her 91st birthday, accept Jesus as her Lord!!)
But, back to this "old" word. We use it in so many ways. Like, "This lunch meat is old." You don't have to tell me twice about such a thing. I'm not going to give it the sniff-test or anything. That lunch meat is in the trash. Period. And Cade and Isa seem to talk daily about how old they are. In fact, Cade will now stop us mid sentence any time we mention a number, and say,"No, no, Bubba is 2!" And he waves 2 fingers in our faces to make sure we understood him!
But, applying the "old" word to people has changed as I've gotten older. (Notice that I refer to myself as older, not old.) I remember being younger and not having much patience for old people always talking about their ailments. But it's strange how some of that topic keeps creeping into conversations with friends these days!!
Anyway, am I old yet? Nope, just older. In my mind I'm still in my 20's (well, maybe 30's)! I just know that I am thankful to my Lord for continuing to open my eyes to what He wants me to see and blessing me with those around me.
My mom at 90
2 comments:
Nancy,
Your mom looks GREAT for 90+!!!!!!! My MIL is 93 and looks it...she's very very slow and uses a walker, but her mind is clear, PTL.
I've meant to ask you or Jill many times about your mom's walk with Jesus. You told me she had doubts immediately after she was saved and I've prayed Satan has left her alone! Is she out of that church?
I have a cousin who pastors a Unity church in Vacaville and I was absolutely SHOCKED when I attended a service there. Never was the name Jesus uttered, no crosses or bibles anywhere, and the lone "prayer" was really meditation. They talked constantly of "the Christ within."
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, and you are so right...you are NOT old! I'm convinced that's just frame of mind!
Yes, Diane, she is out of that church. Once she became dependent upon me to take her everywhere, she had no way to get there. She still has a couple of very nice friends who come to see her and we are praying for them.
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