I heard of a man and his wife that had quite the discussion. She looked in the mirror and noticed that her hair had turned white, she was heavily wrinkled, and had gotten fat. She was quite distraught and as she looked in the mirror, her husband stumbled into the room at just the wrong moment. She was still gazing in the mirror and was in tears as she told him she looked old and fat and asked him to please tell her something, anything, that would make her feel better about herself.
Her husband observed her for a moment or two and nonchalantly said, “Well, it seems you have excellent vision. Ouch! It seems his “compliment” was not very effective as evidenced by her throwing a glass of water on him.
So last night my wife came to me and showed me a photo of a beautiful young blonde in a magazine and announced she was getting her hair cut like hers. She said she looked old and was tired of looking old. I told her she WAS old and getting her beautiful silver hair chopped off and dyed blonde wasn’t going to change that fact one iota. She gave me one of those looks and stomped away. I was thankful she didn’t have a glass of water handy to throw on me.
Geez, none of us can fight getting old. Billions of dollars are spent getting nipped and tucked with countless plastic surgery treatments, hair dye, Botox, and the like, all to no avail. I saw a Burt Reynolds movie the other day and his face looked like it had been pulled so tight I don’t know how he could see due to the skin around his eyes being so taut that they were nearly slanted shut. He had of course dyed his hair almost jet black and he looked ridiculous to me.
I realize I am getting old, and my hair is now silver. Yes, I have wrinkles, but they don’t bother me. I’m not fat because I work hard on my farm and get plenty of exercise and I don’t blow up from overeating because I eat small portions. I am in fact the man God created and I suppose He is happy with how I look. I suspect if I live many more years that I will exhibit more signs of aging. I don’t mind looking old; I do mind going blind and the plethora of aches and pains that resulted from so many broken bones throughout my wild adventurous life.
I don’t want anyone to lie to me about how good I look or feel. In fact, I don’t even want to think of growing old but focus on being alive and glorifying God. I have accepted that I look old because I am old. Others choose to fight it tooth and nail, but they cannot win that battle. I feel old age is a sign that we are just getting closer and closer to receiving that new glorified body. I’m hopeful I can see a flea at one hundred miles and all my aches and pains will be replaced by a strong beautiful body full of energy. Until then I’m content with what I have been given and feel blessed that I outlived the age I thought I would die by 50 years or more.
Count your blessings, my friends, name them one by one. Remember God’s promise to us and be joyful.
“Then they’ll soar on wings like eagles; they’ll run and not grow weary; they’ll walk and not grow tired,”