
It’s all a matter of perspective.
Now I don’t even really think of people as “old.”
Because I’m never going to be old.
Sometimes I might FEEL old, but I’m never going to BE old.
There are too many things to learn to BE old.
With my family genetics and advances in health care, I’ve probably got a good chance of living to be 90 years old or more. So in that sense I’ve only lived half my life, maybe even less than half. I’ve got another half (or more) to go, and a lot of living to do. And yet, tomorrow it could be cut short, too. (Rapture anyone?)
In some ways, I feel like my life is just getting started all over again. My kids are mostly grown and in a few short years will likely no longer live with us. I’m at a place where I am searching out new career options and will likely embark on something new before long. The future is wide open. It’s scary. It’s exciting. I feel like I’m learning to walk all over again, and soon someone is going to say it’s time to learn to RUN!

What will I become then? What might I accomplish then? How will God shine through me next?
I’m only half way there. The journey so far has been filled with blessings, even though I have frequently faltered on the path. I know that no matter where I journey, if I trust God to lead, I’ll never be alone and things will turn out just fine in the end.
It’s a matter of perspective. It’s a matter of faith.
So bring on the next 45 years! I’m ready!
Are you?
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