My parents surely knew everything there was to know until I was a teenager, when they became clueless practically overnight. I could never imagine them as children, but now it’s hard to believe that my own children are parents. My grandparents always seemed old, but now I’m a grandparent myself, and I don’t feel old at all. Why should I? My mother-in-law doesn’t look or act old to me, and she has great-grandchildren. Age, I’m finding out, is more an attitude than a matter of years.
Robert Browning revealed the secret to aging gracefully when he wrote:
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made.1
If I’d read that 30 or 20 or even 10 years ago, that wisdom would have been lost on me, but now the prospect of new experiences and perspectives as I grow older excites me. Others around my age who bemoan each birthday and complain about a few wrinkles should take to heart the next lines from Browning’s poem:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith, “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
Faith in God and His loving plan for our lives changes everything. The longer I live in His love and the closer I try to conform to His plan, the surer I am that “the best is yet to be.”
Romans 3:23 ESV / For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,
Acts 16:31 ESV / And they said, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household.”
John 5:24 ESV / Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life.