I used to think 50 was really old. Now the closer I get to it the younger it seems 🙂 I also used to think I’d know everything I needed to know by mid-life. I felt sure I’d have more strengths and lesser weaknesses. I thought I’d be perfected and accomplished at something. I’m laughing because that’s just not the way it is. I’m definitely wiser from trial and error, but the older I get, the more I realize what I don’t know.
Sorry to burst the bubble of those younger than me. It’s just not all figured out by a certain age. This however, has been a wonderful revelation. I have time. God isn’t finished with me yet. I’m discovering that I’m as fresh and young as my latest testing, training, and stretching.
I’m constantly being made ready. For what? Who knows what’s on the horizon. No matter our age God has plans. Look at Moses who was called at 80 years old! There’s a lot ahead and this is hope. How awesome to think that God is preparing me, that He’s not finished transforming until my last breath.
I’m not stuck (as I feel some days). God is not hampered. As long as I’m willing, I’m being groomed for His next assignment… even during the current one. He doesn’t see problems, only opportunities. Oh, to have His eyes.