The View from Puncheon Creek: JOY OF GETTING OLD

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Do you feel like time is catching up with you? You might feel like it's already outran your better days and left you to mildew while waiting for the Reaper to return you to dust. Do the years seem to be passing by ever incredibly faster? If this sounds like you I can tell you what’s happening. You are getting old and so am I.

On the day I was born my grandparents were roughly as old as I find myself now. 120 odd years have passed in the span of three generations of my family. The clock ticks and tocks as time measures our days left to enjoy life fully. Sadly there are many who have no joy. Would not let anyone else have any if they could stop it. Well I have accumulated a lifetime of reasons that would preclude me from having joy if I would let them.  I was a young widower, yes it made for sad days but I kept my joy. I have a handicapped child, even so I kept my joy as does she. I have Parkinson’s, a fierce adversary, even so it will not steal my joy. As James admonished, I count it all joy. “1 James, the servant of God and of our Lord Jesus Christ, to the twelve tribes which are scattered abroad, greeting. 2 My brethren, count it all joy, when you shall fall into divers temptations: 3 knowing that the trying of your faith worketh patience 4 And patience hath a perfect work: that you may be perfect and entire, failing in nothing.” 

I am but flesh stretched over bone and both are succumbing to the passing of days, this I well know. I also know that no matter what old age brings my way it is my choice to hold on or not to my joy even in the last days of my mortal existence. I choose to hold on to my joy. What about you? No mortal can change the fact that time will make us old in body but it holds no power to steal our joy. This we keep or discard by our own choosing.

PS last week’s story written by Brenda Howard.