We're all getting older, and the mirror proves it, even when there's still a young person inside. How many teenagers look at the older generation and casually compartmentalize them as "a different breed"? I think I did that when I was younger. I couldn't quite relate to "old" people as being just as human as me. My life seemed important, and I was planning BIG things for the future, and... they weren't.
I realize there are many young people, wise beyond their years, who appreciate the wisdom wrought into the older generations through life's experiences. But I was never one of them! I'm learning though, at age 48, to seek advice and counsel where it may be found. Even in "old" people. I think there's even an unspoken comradery amoungst us old guys. We all know we were young once, even if some young folk don't realize it. It's our little secret.
However. That doesn't mean I care to look one day older than I already am. I was doing my "daily deli deeds" today, thinking rather blissfully of how many blessings God has given our family. I was just portioning up some brie, but in the midst of it, I could rejoice. I realized my face felt lighter, cheerier at that point. No plastic surgery can turn a dismal, frowning face around. I was reminded of a friend's comment once, that loving God is the best face-lift you can have.
Friday, September 15, 2006
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