I looked in the mirror and staring back at me was someone I hardly recognized. A woman with white hair and (thank the Lord not too many) wrinkles.
What happened to the young girl that I knew? It seems like an eternity but then again only yesterday, that I was young and vibrant.
Where did the wonderful dreams that I hoped to achieve go? What have I done with my life?
As I stood there staring at myself in the mirror, I began to contemplate the past 62 years of my life.
Growing up in a ministerís family wasnít easy. Times were often hard. People expected things of us preacherís kids that they would not expect of their own.
My dad was a strict disciplinarian. He would often preach at us instead of encouraging us. I suppose that he expected more of us than the church members did.
Donít get me wrong. I loved my Dad with all my heart. I loved what and who he stood for even more.
He just wanted us to love and honor the Lord. He was so afraid that we would envelope the lifestyle from which he had come before the Lord saved him.
On the contrary, I chose to travel the same road that he was travelling. My lifeís purpose was to serve and follow my Lord.
Have I done that? When I stand before my Lord, will He say well done my good and faithful servant. Or will I hang my head in shame.
I have tried to be obedient and follow the Lordís leading. There was so much that I wanted to do, but here I am, my life is almost over. What have I done of any lasting value?
Suddenly my mind was brought back to the present. I stare at myself in the mirror.
My hair is still white. Maybe if I started dying it again I would look younger and people would not think that I was too old.
That is how I feel sometimes, like I have lost my chance. It is time for the younger ones to take over. I missed the opportunity to do anything great.
Suddenly I hear the voice of my Lord say to me, ďthink about some of the great heroes of the Bible, how old were they?Ē
I reach into the recesses of my mind and began to remember patriarchs of old. There was Abraham who was 75 years old when God called him out. Moses was 80 when he had his burning bush experience; Joshua and Caleb were 80 when they took the Promised Land.
Then I recalled a scripture that I had read. I picked up my Bible and turned to Isaiah 46:4. There it was the promise that God had given to me on my sixtieth birthday.
I had been feeling particularly low at the prospect of turning 60. The devotions for that day were taken from this passage. The scripture reminded me of how God had carried me from the womb and that He would still carry me into my old age.
Then in another passage I read, He who has begun a good work in you will finish it. (Philippians 1:6)
It was as though God said, ďI am not finished with you yet, I have only just begun.
So you see my white hair doesnít mean I am washed up. It just means that I have had a little more experience than most.
Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all that we ask or think, to Him be the glory forever.
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