“Perhaps you were born for such a time as this.” Esther 4:14 (paraphrase)
I am six months from officially entering the season of “senior citizenship”. Six months from 5% off my groceries at Publix, six months from ordering senior coffee at McDonalds, six months from taking advantage of senior citizen day at various shopping outlets and six months from no longer riding the “coat tails” of my sweet man’s own senior discount.
Now I may be married to a “senior” (he wouldn’t want you to know that so we’re not going to let him know I told you) but I am holding tight to the fact that I am not there…yet. However, God has chosen to sit me down right smack in the middle of “senior citezenhood”.
Yep, that’s where I am.
Every Wednesday I join the seniors for mid-day Bible study. It has become my favorite day of the week. “Hump day” and senior Bible study. I cherish this time. Relish in it. Sitting there steeped in wisdom and knowledge. With those who have walked a well worn path to Jesus.
In the past I have ministered to young girls, women, preschoolers and their moms. Given my love for women’s ministry and a longing to be there again, I have been quite surprised by this turn of events.
But can I just tell you I have been blessed in this place. These folks, they are the “bones” of our Church. To borrow a word from Jean Fleming, they are the scaffolding of the church.
They have known Jesus longer than I have been on this earth. And they tell of it. Share their stories. Share their wisdom. Share their smiles. I just want to soak it up.
They are faithful prayer warriors. The first to give. The first to ask how you are.
Full of grace and willing to grace.
Solid in the “ways of old”, yet leaning towards the new.
And given my varying degrees of slowness that comes with P.O.T.S., I can almost walk as fast as they can and that makes me smile.
And I know.
I know this is exactly how I want to look, want to be in that season. I want to live my life in such a way, others will see me as I see them. Lovers of Jesus. Heads bent in prayer. God’s Word laid up as treasure in their hearts and on their lips. A song in their heart.
Psalm 92:14 says “They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green.”
I want to still be bearing fruit in my old age, just as they are.
I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Born for this time, that I might learn from them. And I have been blessed over and over in this place.
I want to leave you with a poem from Jean Fleming’s book Pursue The Intentional Life:
Old woman, keeper of a house,
Keeper of her heart,
Lover of one man.
Her life a scaffold of discipline and creativity:
Morning after morning: Jesus.
Her heart Bible-bent.
Every day an offering of various- sameness:
One hour of exercise (Oh, I wish!)
Dishes washed, laundry hung,
A good book read.
Art made life,
Life made art.
Preparation made for forever.
Yes, Lord, to have lived like this. To be able to say ‘I have lived like them’. Learned from them, because You, Lord, set me in a place I did not expect to be.
Graced by God