I work with old people every day in my job - and see a WIDE range of how "well" or how "not so well" people age. When I was in Kenya four months ago..... sitting in a group of kids on the grass, they asked me my age. When I said --52 -- there was an immediate and loud response (if you can draw up the image) of about 20 African children in unison -- "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." It was hilarious!
It's a strange season of life for me. Our oldest daughter just moved to Charlotte to begin her dream job- and our youngest daughter is a freshman at Anderson University. For the first time in 25 years, we don't have a child living in our home.....and naturally, I guess, I've started looking ahead -- at what kind of life I want for myself now that my children are grown and living on their own.
....and as I've been thinking about what I want to be in the years ahead of me, I realized.....I actually saw her on an airplane a few years ago.
It was 2007 - first mission trip to Kenya. She boarded the plane in Amsterdam and flew with my team into Nairobi. She was traveling alone....dressed in this cool khaki safari shirt & pants. She had beautiful white hair - and a tanned completion Her hair was pulled back into a neat braid down her back -- and her face had one of those wonderfully permanent smiles you see every so often. She just looked very pleasant & peaceful.
That's exactly what I want to be.