Recently, my ten year old granddaughter looked at me and, out of the blue, asked “Grampa, what is it like to be old?”
How exactly do you answer that question? Do you explain how your hair turns gray, how you can’t run and jump like you used to, how you start to forget things, how you spend half your life in doctor’s offices, how you have aches and pains where you didn’t even know you had places?
Those are all negative things. After pondering for a moment, I chose to tell her that being old means you have a long catalog of great memories to savor. That you have a lot of wisdom and advice gained from your many adventures. That you have the joy of loving on grandkids, time for doing things you’ve always wanted to do, go places you’ve never been. Time to really appreciate and relish the special people in your life.
“Gee”, my little one replied. “I wish I was old.” I told her that one day she will be. Far quicker than she realizes. But if you live a godly life and treat people right, life gets better every day.