For the past few months I’ve been pondering what eighty-year-old-Kate will be like. I have sat back in amused imagination as I realize she’s going to be a bit eccentric and full of stories and comical anecdotes. My seasoned self will be fit, I think to myself, with silver hair that comes with no shame attached and toned muscles under a bit thinner skin. She will be full of life and even more in-love with Jesus than when she first began.
Mostly I think that in thirty decades I want a legacy of miracles. Known or unknown, seen or unseen, praised or hidden – this mellow, yet feisty gal nearing ninety, has learned love.
Beside my life-partner (who will have aged better than me, I’m sure), we’re still going for more. Our dreams haven’t been depleted. There is still more that God has for us. Something he held back for this specific season of our lives. Something we couldn’t have done sooner and we can’t do later. What we started in the beginning has ebbed and flowed with the Spirit and what we’re left with is something different – yet still good. Even better. Because we’ve learned with time that He only gets better and better.
Think about eighty-year-old-you. I know it might feel al little odd. Why think decades into the future when you’re working on today? But, it’s today that will make the future possible. I will never meet that amazing, silver-haired great-grandmama if I don’t start adopting her lifestyle. That submergence into Christ’s sacrifice, that fighting spirit to see God’s promises come to fruition, that calm center tethered to the Spirit.
I LONG to make her acquaintance. One day, she’ll stare back at me from the mirror and I’ll give her a cheeky grin, “There you are. I’ve thought about you.” Until then, I’ll look at my reflection with contentedness knowing she’s growing up in God.
PS – Don’t fear aging, fear having the time to take action and instead staying stagnate.