This morning I’ve woken…or is waked?…I don’t know. I should look that up, but I won’t. Because this morning I’ve reason to wonder about more important things. Like a birthday.
Today I am 58.
I admit, when I tell people how old I am it doesn’t seem so old. When I write it, though, and see it in print somehow it looks a wh-o-O-o-le lot different. Like a lifetime.
I think it’s quite a victory to celebrate this many years because the older I get the more I understand a few things. The more I value a heart that still beats strong. The more I treasure a mind that still ponders wonderful things. The more I prize legs that still move and bend and carry the weight of me. The more I appreciate hands that still grip and grasp and hold the load for me.
Yes, the older I get, the more I realize that the few gray hairs I have on my head are a gift from God. I can look back over my life and see that He has always been there for me. He has always sustained me. He has always been the same wonderful God doing amazing things in my life.
He was there when I struggled with asthma as a toddler and even to
the loss of my eye as a child and even to
the emotional conflict as a girl without an eye and even to
the thyroid cancer as a teen and even to
the liver disease diagnosis of an infant son as a mother and even to
the police arrest of that rebel teen as a parent and even to
the removal of a brain tumor as a woman and even to
the temporary disability of my husband and even to the loss of his job and even to the financial strain of that season and even to…even to…even to…
“Even to your old age I will be the same, and even to your graying years I will bear you! I have done it, and I will carry you; and I will bear you and I will deliver you.” Isaiah 46:4
This is the God of Even-to’s. The God who has carried me when my legs lost their strength. The God who has born my burdens when my back was been bent over with weight. The God who has delivered me from storms and trials. The God who has walked with me through fires, flown with me through clouds, and run with me in every race. This is the God who has cared for me, clothed me, fed me, and sheltered me. YES! He has done it!
From the day I was born even to this day…21,170 days of life.
Somehow, when I write that out, it looks like a lifetime. A lifetime of even to’s.
A lifetime of beating hearts and pondering thoughts.
A lifetime of legs walking twists and turns.
A lifetime of hands holding shapes and sizes.
A lifetime of eyes seeing God do amazing things in my life.
Not just any lifetime. MY lifetime.
This morning I have woken up…or is it waked?…I still don’t know, but I still feel the beat of my heart and I value the One who keeps it beating, pulsing, loving. I still feel the thoughts pondering in my mind and I treasure the One who keeps me thinking, meditating, wondering. I still feel the bones in my legs and I prize the One who keeps them bending, carrying, moving. I still feel the muscles in my hands and I appreciate the One who keeps them gripping, grasping, holding.
From the day I was born even to this day I still wonder about the important things of life.
Like a lifetime of Even-to’s with God by my side.