GETTING OLD STINKS
I’m looking in the mirror and an old lady is laughing back at me...
I am not one of those women that embraces age. (And if I’m honest, I’m not embracing it in my husband either 😂)
Let’s be real here.
I don’t put on my bifocals, look at my wrinkles in the mirror and “love” them~ “because they are a result of all the laughter in my life”.
I don’t look at my stretchy stomach skin (that resembles a large, deflated balloon) and think it’s “beautiful”~ “because it carried my four precious children”.
I cringe at the facial hair and turkey neck I’ve got going on.
I don’t embrace my grandma acne, my lack of energy, my increase in forgetfulness or the arthritis throbbing from every joint.
I don’t cherish hot flashes, weight gain or painful, sleepless nights.
(I know what some of you are thinking right now~ 🤔
she’s a poster child for my products!!
Please read my disclaimer below😉)
I wish I could embrace it all.
I know I should.
God bless all you women who do.
I read inspirational quotes from you on Pinterest and wish I could be like you~
carefree women who love getting older and think everything about it should be celebrated. (They fall into the same category as women who love being pregnant 😂)
But I’m not.
It’s been my rough year.
I’m not sure why it hit me at 53.
I’ve been angrily embracing many of the bad things that come with age, instead of all the wonderful things.
Please know, I’m not having a pity party,
I’m just stating the facts.
A lot about getting old stinks.
All you young women in the prime of your life,
don’t roll your eyes here~
You’ve been warned.
The good news is, there are a lot of things I do love about getting old.
Who knew that your heart could hold that much love for the babies your own babies gave you?
Or that those little girls that play with baby dolls and Barbies will one day be your best friends?
Who knew that the little boy who brought you flowers would one day co-pastor right next to his daddy?
That you would gain the wisdom in realizing that all the things you thought were so important when you were younger weren’t so important after all, and you were able to let go and give that mess to God.
That you would fall even deeper in love with your spouse than you were on your wedding day. That the young couple who stayed awake till all hours, now find sweet comfort falling asleep next to each other at 9pm.
That more and more of your loved ones have moved on to their new home~and heaven gets a little sweeter every day.
Jesus gets a little sweeter every day.
The love Christ has for me has wrapped my life in joy and peace and comfort despite all the things I hate about getting old.
I can’t do this old thing without Him.
And the older I get, the reality of how much~how very, very much~ He loves me hits home and fills my heart with understanding that I never had 30, 20 or even 10 years ago.
It grows deeper every day. With every wrinkle, with every hot flash, with every pound I gain and all the Advil I take.
And that makes me realize that I can do this old thing~ because of Him.
I’m not telling you I’m going to embrace it.
My arthritic thumbs hurt just typing this. 😂
I’m sure I’ll still get hit with some hormonal, cranky, grandma days~
but I know my Savior is right there with me, perhaps even chuckling at the old lady applying Clearasil and wrinkle cream at the same time, and muttering under her breath.
Yes that’s me.
And after writing this I’ve realized~
maybe I have embraced it after all. 😉
2 Corinthians 4:16
Job 12:9,10 & 12
Many of the issues I have are due to years of undiagnosed Celiac disease. I am fully aware of all the amazing products out there that can better the quality of life as we age, some of which I am taking. Thank you ahead of time for your concerns and desire to help. This was not intended to seek pity or treatment. Just sharing woman to woman with others who may be going through the same things.