If you have followed my ravings for the last couple of years, you will know that, in spite of approaching my 84th birthday, I refuse to think of myself as being old. I declare, with vigor, that my mind is young. My heart, with a pacemaker, is still working, and my attitude is positive.
However, the very kind caregivers, in the rehab center where I was held captive for three weeks, did their best to convince me that I am old. The first night I was there, a young gal came romping into my room announcing that she had come to change my diaper.
“My diaper,” I yelped!
“You don’t need your diaper changed,” she asked?
“No! I don’t have a diaper, and I’m not planning to have one,” I told her.
“Oh,” she said as she quietly left the room.
This scenario was replayed over and over again much to my chagrin.
Please understand. I want to be honest with myself, and with you, about this whole thing. I need to be realistic, so I reluctantly admit that more and more I am recognizing little signs of aging. Oh, not physical signs. That’s been going on for a long time. Anyone can look at me and know I am old. I am thinking of mental processes.
Much to my frustration, my memory sometimes fails me, and I am a little more cantankerous and determined, if that’s possible, than I used to be.
Before my scheduled surgery at the end of July, I had some work done on my house. Because of unexpected delays, the work was not finished by the time I had to leave. Consequently, I allowed the workmen to install a lockbox, so they could finish the project while I was gone.
I couldn’t take my purse, money or other valuables to the hospital, so at the last minute, I decided to keep them safe by locking them in my file cabinet. Good idea! Right?
Upon my return, I was anxious to retrieve my stuff, so I went to the drawer where the file key should be, but it wasn’t. Truth is, I had no memory of having put it there or anywhere else. I looked the house over from stem to stern. No key! What to do! I tried my best to jimmy the drawer open. I used every other key in the house. I called friends. I went to the office supply store where I bought the file. They couldn’t help me.
Somewhere during that time I thought about my rings. They weren’t in the drawer where I keep them. Surely a worker didn’t take them. Did I put them in my purse before I locked it up? I didn’t remember. That morning was a blur.
Finally, I called a locksmith. Oh, I knew to do that all along, but I was so determined to save some money and take care of things by myself.
I was relieved to find my rings nestled safely in my purse.
So memory is sometimes a problem, and there are other things to be considered.
What do I do when I can no longer take care of me and my house? Already I am forbidden to climb a ladder, so how do I change a light bulb or an air filter. How do I retrieve that bowl on the top shelf?
I can’t afford not to think about these things, neither can I afford to be obsessed by them. So, I am taking it one day at a time constantly reminded that, if my mind is centered on Jesus, my heart will be at peace.
In Psalm 37:25 David said, “I have been young now I am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his descendants begging bread.” God is faithful!
Isaiah 46:4 declares, “Even to your old age, I am He, and even to gray hairs I will carry you! I have made and I will bear; even I will carry you and deliver you.” He is talking about Israel here, but I believe this also applies to the individual.
This just simply means that even when the hair is white, eyes grow dim, and the teeth are falling out, God will take care of His own.
Psalm 92:14 tells us, “They shall bear fruit in old age; they shall be fresh and flourishing.” That’s God’s promise. That’s what I want to be. Even at an advanced age we don’t have to throw up our hands and quit. We can still make a difference.
Age is an illusion! That’s what they say. To me that means even though my body betrays me, I will guard my sense of humor, live with a positive attitude, and try to make a difference in this world as long as I am here.
My best advice—“Don’t give up on something because you think you are too old or too young.”
REMEMBER, THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW!